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“Ready?”
“Yes!” Fay grabs my arm, and we shuffle out of my place. Tate does his hero thing and looks for danger while we all pile into Theo’s town car. I wave to James, Theo’s driver, and make small talk with Theo and Fay, trying to keep my attention from wandering to Tate. When we arrive, Theo helps his fiancée out of the car and then offers me his hand. Of course, Theo called ahead to reserve a private booth. Theo and Fay slide in, leaving me with no choice but to scoot in on the other side for Tate to sit. His thigh brushes against mine, and I suppress a shudder. The bigger problem here? My skirt hiked up, exposing my bare thighs. “Eyes above the table,” I snap when he looks down.
“So, how’s Bev’s? Did you tell Harry I miss him?”
I pull my attention from Tate. “Yes. He told me to tell you to ditch the suit and come back to work for him. He promised to add food to the menu and allow more dancing on the bar.”
Fay giggles. “That would besofun—”
“Or I can overpay for that lot, bulldoze the bar, and build a retirement center.”
Fay slaps Theo’s chest. “Oh, shut up. You love Harry.”
“Not if he’s trying to get you to work there again.”
“I loved working there,” Fay argues. Theo wraps his arm around his woman and leans in, whispering something in her ear. Fay blushes, and I sigh, wishing I had that. Thank god the waiter shows up with bottomless chips and salsa.
“Oh, and if you don’t mind…” I say to the waiter, brushing my hair over my shoulder, exposing my super cute top that shows off big cleavage, “can we get some of your guacamole? It’s my favorite.”
The waiter’s lips form into a cheeky smile, Fay snickers, and Tate’s hand clenches where it’s resting on the table.
“Si.” He nods and walks off.
“Told you!” Fays says. I raise my hand, and we high-five. Fay and I order a round of drinks, then another. By round three, Theo has had enough of our antics and starts a grown-up conversation with Tate, leaving Fay and me to chitchat. “Okay, fill me in. What did you want to tell me in person?”
I waggle my brows. “You’re never gonna guess who showed up at Bev’s last night.”
She takes a few guesses before I put her out of her misery. “Nope. Vince.”
“Who’s Vince? Wait—the guy who saved you that night?”
“Yeah, girl! He was so nice. Great smile. He has these little dimples that become more prominent every time he laughs.”
Fay leans in. “And?”
“And I liked him. He was kind. Good looking. I gave him my number—”
“Stahp!”
“Nope.”
“And if he calls?”
“I’m gonna go out with him. Why not? I’m single. If it doesn’t work out, at least I’ll have a little fun.”
“Minds, that’s awesome. Go hit that. Then hit it again.” We burst into a fit of giggles and clink our glasses.
“Table this chat. I need to pee.” I bump Tate, silently telling him to move out of my way, slide out of the booth, and sashay to the bathroom, feeling light on my feet. After doing my business, I stop at the mirror, wash my hands, and reapply my lip gloss. The door opens, and I stiffen at the lock snicking into place from the inside. Turning, I find Tate prowling toward me.
“What the hell are you—?”
He swallows my words with his mouth, his tongue diving in to tangle with mine. His hands roam to my waist, and he tugs me roughly against him. I debate fighting him, but he cups my ass and lifts me, his erection rubbing against my center as he places me on the counter. My brain short circuits. Within seconds, my skirt is pushed up my thighs, exposing my sheer lace thong, and his fingers are there, tearing the fabric from my body before entering me. One finger, then two, he slides them through my slick heat, plunging as deep as he can. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight as he thrusts in and out, fast, slow, his mouth fucking mine, his tongue ravaging me. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, my cunt begins spasming around his hand.
“Fuck. Tate,” I moan as I come, soaking his fingers.
My head arches back, and his lips leave mine, moving to my ear. His warm breath hits my earlobe, his voice low as he says, “Consider this a little favor since I doubt that twerp knows how to get a woman off.”
His fingers leave my body, and he licks them clean before walking out.
