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Dexter shook his head, patting my arm. “Oh dear. Better start spreading the word. Gay hearts are gonna break all over London when people hear the news that you’re off the market.”
“Stop that. I’m not off the market. You know that’s not me. He would be horrified to hear you say that, too. It’s just a bit of fun between us.”
Dexter looked unconvinced, but thankfully, he dropped the subject. My heart skipped a beat, though, because how long had it been since my failed house party blowjob, which was the last time I even tried something with anyone else?
I’d just been busy, that was all.
You never used to be too busy for sex with as many peopleas possible.
Clenching my jaw, I stomped over to the bar to order a drink. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dex and Nic exchanging glances. Fuck. It wasn’t like they thought it was. Why had I decided to bring them here? I could’ve come alone. Or not come at all.
Closing my eyes, I breathed in, then out, calling on my dance training to ground me. When I opened them, I instantly felt more like myself again.
Okay. Back to my usual mode.
“A French 75, please,” I purred at the cute bartender. “Dexter, Niccolò? Same?”
Dexter shrugged, and Niccolò gave me two thumbs up. “Make that three, darling.”
“Coming right up.” The bartender eyed me from beneath his lashes, and we both knew exactly what his sultry look was all about. I was about to make an attempt to return his smile when all my attention was stolen by something across the bar. Someone.
My stomach flipped. Looking more gorgeous than he had any right to was Killian. Tonight, he was wearing a deep blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone. He’d paired it with black trousers that looked the same as those he wore to work, but with the way he’d lightly tousled his hair, the dark shadow on his jaw, and the casual styling of his shirt, he looked very approachable and very, very dangerous. Dangerous to my sanity because if I didn’t get my hands and mouth on him in the next?—
“JJ!”
Shiny blue fingernails fluttered in my vision as Nic snapped his fingers in front of me. I blinked, the sounds of the bar filtering back in, and realised that our drinks were ready, and Nic, Dex, and the bartender were all staring at me.
“Sorry.” I dug my debit card out of my wallet and tapped it on the card reader, trying not to wince at the price. I should be used to it, especially working in the VIP section of an elite club, and okay, I did have expensive taste in drinks—or so Ander always told me—but even so, three cocktails at this bar were eye-wateringly expensive.
Dexter dipped his head to my ear as we picked up our drinks. “Is he one of the guys across the bar from us?”
“Yeah. Navy shirt. Dark hair. Fucking gorgeous.”
“Mmm. I can see why you keep coming back for more.” He scanned Killian, his gaze appreciative, and I had a sudden, horrible urge to claw out my friend’s eyeballs to stop him from looking at Kill that way.
Swallowing hard, I picked up my drink. My hand was unsteady. What was wrong with me tonight?
Dexter turned to whisper something to Niccolò, and then they were both eyeing my doctor like he was a particularly delicious cocktail. “Oooh. He’s lovely,” Nic murmured. “Not my type, but definitely yours.”
“Can you both stop staring at him? I don’t want him to know we’re here. Remember, we’re meant to be discreetly observing him.” There would probably be a point when he noticed me, but I wanted to avoid it for as long as possible.
Niccolò’s mouth fell open, and he placed his hand on his chest. “I’m discreet!”
“Come on.” I dragged them both towards a table that had just become available, still giving me a good view of Killian but nowhere near his line of sight. As my friends fell into conversation, I watched Killian. Gage had joined him in the time we’d been seating ourselves, and I noticed that some of the stiffness had disappeared from Killian’s shoulders, although when two women and two men appeared, the stiffness returned. Another much older man joined them soon after, who I recognised as the current head of the faculty, Professor Saunders. I only knew this because after Killian had told me about his desire to become the new head, I’d been curious and looked him up on the uni portal.
Sipping from my cocktail, I watched as Killian greeted the newcomers. He seemed polite enough, although there was no sign of a smile on his face, and as soon as the greetings were over, he lapsed into silence, staring into his glass of wine. I noticed Gage elbow him discreetly, then give Professor Saunders a pointed look, but Killian shook his head.
Fuck. This was worse than I thought.
I had to intervene. Even though I’d told myself I was only here to observe, I couldn’t just sit there and watch him throw away a perfectly good socialising opportunity.
Picking up my phone, I sent a quick text. As soon as that was done, I steeled myself for the inevitable and said, “I’m going to talk to him. You two stay here and save our table.” Before my friends had time to question me, I slipped out of my seat and headed towards the door at the far side of the bar, hoping Killian would see my message.
There was a long, wide corridor that led to the outdoor smoking area, and I waited halfway down the corridor, leaning against the wall, glancing down at my phone every now and then, but it remained silent.
Then the doors opened, and my doctor was there.
“Hi.” My smile was helpless, butterflies going mad inside me as I took him in. His expression was resigned, but the corners of his lips were curving upwards, just enough to be noticeable, and I felt warm all over.
