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He shoved his phone back in his pocket and started down the stairs. As he reached the bottom, he paused.
Don’t do it. Do not fucking do it!
Trey knew better than to have her alone with him. The bar was a controlled environment and came with restrictions. So did the presence of others. Given complete privacy with her would mean he’d rely solely on his own control in resisting her.
Fuck!
Trey veered left, walking over to the bar.
“How much longer will you be?” Trey asked Killian and noticed her head immediately pop up, and then she swiveled in her seat. Dahlia smiled but remained silent.
“Probably another fifteen minutes.”
Trey eyed Dahlia. It was easy to read her thoughts.
“I’ll give her a ride.”
Dahlia immediately hopped off the stool and grabbed her bag, rushing over to Trey and stopping dangerously close. Subtly was not her strong point. Who the fuck am I to talk? Trey looked over at Killian, who was darting his gaze between the two of them. Killian may have wanted to inquire, but he wouldn’t. Instead, he smiled, a little too knowingly, and nodded.
“Have a good night.”
Trey walked through the room with Dahlia a step behind. There was no one besides Killian and his security to witness them, and none of them would so much as utter a word of their suspicions. Well, two would to each other, he was sure of it, but they wouldn’t make it public.
When he got to the door, he stepped aside, pushing it open and allowing her to pass. Dahlia brushed her hand against his stomach in a very intimate move. Again, testing his control. They walked across the lot in silence, and he rounded the passenger door, opening it for her and waiting. He expected her to get in, but she stopped, smiling up at him with only the door separating them.
“Thanks for giving me a ride home.”
Trey clenched his jaw when she leaned closer.
“Just have one question. Whose place are you taking me to?”
Trey could call it a weak moment. This was a mistake, and he knew it. For the first time in a while, Trey just didn’t care.
“Mine.”
Chapter Sixteen
Dahlia hadn’t really thought too much about where Trey lived. She’d assumed it would be nicer than her own place, but nothing could have prepared her for the high rise on Central Avenue. This section of the city alone screamed wealth. Dahlia rarely crossed over to this part of Lawry. She’d never had reason to.
Dahlia stared up at the arrows on the screen as they waited for the elevator in the parking garage.
“What floor are you on?”
Trey stared straight ahead. “The twentieth.”
“That’s high up. How many floors are there?
The elevator door opened, and Trey reached out his arm, blocked the door, and gestured for her to go inside. As she stepped in and turned, Trey reached over and pressed the button, saying, “Twenty.”
Oh my God.
Dahlia pressed her lips together, trying to fight against a smile. The elevator ride was quick, and when the doors opened again, Trey performed the same move, allowing her to walk out first. She looked down the long hall and was surprised to see only two doors on the floor, one on either side. There was no way there were only two units. That would make his apartment ginormous.
“Only one neighbor, huh?”
“No neighbors.”
Dahlia furrowed her brows and hooked her thumb over her shoulder. “No one lives there?”
