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It was as if she knew that simple phrase in her sweet voice could change the whole course of his night.
“I’m on my way.”
“You’re still at the club, aren’t you?”
Trey glanced around the office. Lying was pointless. It would take him at least twenty minutes to get home. Home. With Dahlia. She’d moved in slowly over the past two weeks. He offered to rent movers, but Dahlia insisted on weeding through her things. She wouldn’t bring everything. It was her choice, not Trey’s, though he didn’t argue with her. Every day, a few new items would appear in the kitchen or living room. It was as if she was trying to ease him into her style.
“I’ll be there in twenty.”
Dahlia clucked her tongue, and Trey squinted. “What?”
“It’s just a shame you’re missing out, Trey. I’m cooking naked like I promised.”
He tightened his grip on the phone and ground his teeth. The vision of her naked was enough to get him hard instantly.
“Twenty. Minutes.”
“I might be dressed by then.”
Trey growled. “Dahlia.”
Her soft giggle did nothing to dampen his need to come home to her naked.
“Hurry, Trey.” She ended the call, and he immediately grabbed his jacket.
This was a whole new world for him. One he’d never seen for himself but one he was thoroughly enjoying. Sal had called it weeks ago. This was the type of life Trey was destined to have until fate stepped in, changing the course of his life. There was no going back or altering his past. But he could have a different kind of future than he’d expected.
“Trey?”
He looked up to find his head of security at the door. Jared looked over his shoulder and stepped aside, allowing the two men to pass through the door.
Trey furrowed his brows. Impromptu visits from Nash were rare, and with Oz, they were unheard of. Trey rounded his desk, watching Oz glance around his office. For as long as they’ve been set up at the Bowery, Trey could probably count on one hand the number of times Oz had come by.
“Wasn’t expecting you.”
Oz scanned the office, taking a special interest in the art on the wall. “Interesting choice.”
Trey glanced up at the piece. “Rogue chose it.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.” Oz sighed, walking over to the seating area, gesturing for Trey to follow.
Trey glanced down at his phone, taking in the time. Fuck! Dahlia would understand the delay. But he was itching to get home. Still, this was his life, the one he’d signed up for, and essentially the one she had, too. He tapped a quick message.
Trey: Slight delay. Oz needs me.
She answered almost immediately.
Dahlia: Tell him I said hi, and remind him about Sunday. And Nash too!
Trey tightened his lips and forced himself not to physically respond.
Trey: I will.
He tucked the phone in his chest pocket and sat across from Oz. As per usual protocol, Nash remained standing near the edge of the couch.
“How is she?”
Trey wasn’t surprised Oz caught him messaging and knew exactly who it was. Trey was not known for texting, and in fact, he despised it. They all did. It was a footprint that could be traced back to them, so none of the Underground used it to correspond for business. Until Dahlia, Trey rarely used it.
