His Precious Flower

Chapter 15

She wears the purple apron and matching cap.

It's a look, especially since I'm not used to seeing her out of her ballet clothing.

She would wear the look well if it weren't for her sneer and Dimitri seems to notice her attitude.

"We need an expresso, a cappuccino, and a macchiato. Add..."

He looks at me with squinted eyes and makes an estimate.

"Thirty cookies to that order."

Luca looks at him like he's insane, but if they want cookies too, then there need to be enough so

that I don't eat all of them.

I'm glad Dimitri's learning.

Judging by how he didn't bother to be polite or even smile like usual, I guess this is his way of

making Mitsy stop glaring daggers at me.

We all watch her carefully to make sure she doesn't do anything gross to the order and when we

get it, we take the cups without responding.

"Um, excuse me!?"

All three of us turn around and look to the server with questioning eyes.

She reaches over to the glass jar and shakes it dramatically.

"Oh!"

Luca walks over and plucks a dollar out of the jar.

"I'll take a whoopie pie too."

As the manager who has always been a good friend since I moved here walks out, Mitsy begins

to yell.

"Are you kidding?! Is it not bad enough that that slut has the nerve to walk in here, but now I'm

actually loosing money working here?!"

The middle aged man with a furry mustache frowns deeply and walks up behind my ex friend.

"That is no way to talk to my very best customer. I hired you because you always came in with

her. You have no credentials or skills other than ballet and now I see you certainly have no

manners! This is a paying customer and your complaining about a smaller salary than your

dancing one?! You're fired!"

Misty makes a whined choking sound and Mr. Mario shoves her out of the way to hand Luca a

whoopie pie.

"It's on the house sir. Good to see you Flavia."

I nod back at him and can't help but smile.

Some friends I had. Finally at least one of them is getting a taste of their own medicine.

"Oh, Mitsy,"

Luca calls as she begins to turn away.

She stares with hatred and disgust.

"Jac told me to tell you you're on probabation."

Her face falls and I swear I see tears. I almost feel bad, but I hold a mean grudge.

After the incident, were finally able to sit and eat.

Luca doesn't seem to mind that I sit on Dimitri's lap and he doesn't even comment on it.

Unfortunately, I only make it four cookies in when Dimitri asks the big question.

"I thought your partner was the black haired boy?"

I stuff the cookie in my mouth, but Luca doesn't step in to save me.

Swallowing the crumbly glory, I avoid eye contact.

"He was. I asked for a switch though and now I've got Luca," I smile at the man with whoopie

cream on his cheek.

Dimitri's face goes dark and he scowls slightly.

"Did he touch you? Or hurt you? What made you want to switch?"

Judging by his tone, there's no way to get out of this and I don't want to argue in front of Luca.

With a heavy sigh I shrug casually.

"He just sorta accused you of being my sugar daddy, blamed me for Mitsy having to work here,

and insinuated that you were using me for free s*x. Ah!"

Luca and I jump up to avoid the coffee spilling off the sides of the table from Dimitri's crushed

cup.

"I'll take care of him," Dimitri growls.

I shake my head, but he glares to tell me not to argue.

I hope he doesn't do anything rash.

After cleaning the spill, we eat until lunch is over and we all walk back together.

I expect Dimitri and I to go separate ways, but he keeps his hand in mine and walks with Luca

and I to the practice room.

I'm even more surprised when he doesn't just drop me off.

He walks in with a purpose to his step and kisses my forehead goodbye before letting Luca and I

go stand where the other people who are back wait against the bar on the wall for instruction.

"Malcom. My office. Now."

Humiliation consumes me and I avoid the glare I know he's sending my way. How pathetic is it

that my dominant has to take care of my bully?

Even worse, he doesn't come back to class at all. Even as we learn some new move combinations

for certain parts of the performance, he remains absent and Jac plans the dance without him.

What did Dimitri do?