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“Thank you,” he said, turning on his heel and walking out of the Towers to our ride, and I tried not to notice the way his lean body called to me. The way it had felt curled under mine.
I shook my head and reached for my flask in an effort to erase the memory that was still haunting me, but when I came up empty, I cursed.
I’d left the motherfucking thing upstairs.
TWENTY-EIGHT
gavin
I ENDED UP meeting Trevor at Astor, and the limo dropped us off at the front, where he already stood waiting for me and looking a lot more relaxed than he had the last time I saw him.
“Damn,” he said, grinning as he looked me up and down. “You look great. I feel underdressed.”
“Not at all.” He’d gone with ripped jeans, a plain white tee, and a bomber jacket, but it suited him. “I like the jacket.”
“Yeah? Not too casual for the concert?”
I shook my head. “Nope. It’s perfect.”
“Awesome. You know I—” Trevor took a step back as Daire walked in between us without giving any fucks whatsoever. “Oh, hey, man. How’s it goin’?”
Daire barely glanced his way before looking back at me with a “you can do better” look in his eyes. He kept right on walking, and Trevor’s brows pulled together.
“Friendly guy, isn’t he?” he said.
“The friendliest.” If he knew Daire had been the one to get his precious ride towed, he wouldn’t have anything good to say to him, much less hello. “I’m glad you got your car back.”
Trevor blew out a breath. “Me too. You’d think I would’ve gotten an apology out of it, but no. I won’t be going back tothatrestaurant again.”
“I think that’s probably a good idea.”
The gates of Astor were open to the courtyard, news crews spread out on one side of the red carpet and photographers already shooting the arriving guests in front of the step-and-repeat.
Trevor hesitated, and I just barely missed ramming into him at full speed.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“Uh.” His gaze traveled from the red carpet to me and back again. “I didn’t realize this was an official press thing.”
“Oh. Is that a problem?” I was so used to being photographed when I went out with my friends that it hadn’t occurred to me that Trevor would have an issue with it. Especially since he was way more of a name than I was.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he said. “But I can’t be in photos with you that’ll get printed everywhere. My manager would freak.”
Wow. That was a first. And even though I understood and it wasn’t a big deal, it still felt like a slap in the face.
Rejection after rejection this week. It didn’t feel great.
I forced a smile, even as Daire’s words to stand up for myself echoed in my mind.
Whatever. This wasn’t a situation worth getting annoyed over.
“No problem,” I said. “Go ahead. I’ll meet you inside.”
I stood off to the side and watched my date make his way down the red carpet solo, followed by a figure all in black.
Daire. Taking up residence only a few feet away from Trevor and posing with a glare for the cameras.
It wasn’t even a close contest which way my attention drifted. Now that my eyes had been opened to Daire, I couldn’t seem to turn off the attraction. Not even after the shit he’d pulled this week. Not even after he’d flat-out told me this thing between us wouldn’t be going anywhere.
