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“See?” East gestured between Daire and myself. “This is the kind of discourse I enjoy.”
“Fuck off,” Daire and I said at the same time. But as Daire turned back to look out the window, I could’ve sworn I saw the corner of his lips twitch.
“So, Preston, my old buddy, old pal.” Travis slung his arm across the back of the couch. “Were you able to get any more info on that new band coming to Astor in a couple weeks? I know Archer is off the gig ’cause you two, you know, but he still reps the band.”
“Info such as…?”
Donovan snorted. “As if you have to ask. He wants to know if there’s any potentials he can hook up with.”
“Hey now.” Travis held up a hand. “Are you trying to imply that I’m a?—”
“Whore?” East interjected. “Yes. Yes they are.”
“Oh.” Travis smiled like a fiend. “Well then, carry on.”
“All I know is that they’re a new band Archer has high hopes for, and they’re in their mid-twenties.”
“Hot or fugly?”
“Travis.” JT scrubbed a hand over his face. “I swear, you guys need to learn how to filter your thoughts.”
“Why?” Travis looked around the group. “I’m with friends—well, and Daire.”
Daire flipped him off, and just when I thought he’d go back to staring out the window, those obsidian eyes tracked back to me. I could hear Preston giving Travis more details about the band members, but just like before, I was caught up in whatever trance Daire had me under.
Did he feel it too? He kept looking over at me.
Daire’s attention shifted to my lips, and the hand resting on his bent knee balled into a fist.
It was the first indication that he was aware of me in any way other than as another body in the room. That he might’ve been thinking of the kiss that we’d shared, because I sure as hell was. I felt flushed, too hot all of a sudden, and the ache between my thighs intensified.
But then his eyes flicked back up to mine and he gave that usual scowl even as he arched a brow that basically screamed:There a problem?
And as much as I wanted to be cool about it, to flip him off or scowl right back at him, all I could do was sit there and stare. Because therewasa problem. A really, really big one.
I wanted Daire.
EIGHTEEN
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RED LIGHTS FLASHED across the interior of Luxe as another pair of male dancers in sky-high stilettos took to the stage in our roped-off corner of the members-only club. They both wore barely-there G-strings that showed off their toned physiques as they each commandeered a pole and began to grind to the music.
“Why do we ever go anywhere else?” Travis said, his gaze transfixed on them as he stood up from his front-row seat and motioned for one of the guys to come closer. After he slid a Benjamin in the thin strap of the dancer’s G-string and winked, the man grabbed Travis’s hand and slapped it on the muscular curve of his bare ass cheek.
“You did it now. He’s not going to leave you alone the rest of the night,” East said, shaking his head as he watched the naughty display sprawled out across a couple of chairs with his well-polished loafers kicked up on the stage—giving absolutely no fucks, but being more than generous with the wad of cash in his lap.
I took a drag of my cigarette, holding the smoke in my lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in East’s face.
He turned his head in my direction, eyes narrowed. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
Annoyed, he sought out a head of platinum hair and snapped his fingers. “Gavin, come get your bodyguard.”
Gavin stopped mid-order with the waiter and glared at East. “You did not just snap at me.”
“I did. Your roommate wants you.”
