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Priest smirked as Julien repeated himself, and then he added, “I assume you eat meat.”
The minx across from them grinned an unholy grin and nodded. “Oh yes, I love to eat meat.”
Julien let his eyes fall to Robbie’s lips, picturing them wrapped around his or Priest’s cock, and then hummed in the back of his throat. “Bien. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Robbie looked at Priest’s plate, then his own, and said to Julien, “Are you not eating?”
“Non,” Julien said. “I was tasting as I cooked. I want you two to enjoy.”
Priest picked up the bottle of wine on the table to refill his glass, and then offered it to Robbie, who shook his head.
“I think I should stop with one drink tonight. I had plenty last night.”
“I agree,” Priest said, and Robbie immediately went on the defensive.
“Then why offer?”
“Because it’s the polite thing to do,” Priest said, as Julien filled a glass with water for Robbie instead.
“And you’re always polite?” Robbie said. “Yeah, right.”
“Perhaps polite is the wrong word,” Priest said, as he cut into his lamb chop.
“Proper,” Julien said. “The right word is proper. Priest likes things done as they should be. In order.”
Robbie rolled his eyes as he too cut into the lamb and then stabbed at it with his fork. “In other words, you’re a control freak.”
Priest silently brought the piece of lamb to his mouth, and as he slipped it inside, Julien watched those strong teeth bite down and clear the tines. Robbie was also staring across the table waiting for a reaction, and once Priest swallowed, he said, “Yes. That’s exactly what I am and what I like—control.”
Robbie’s eyes shifted back to Julien. “So how’s that work? You don’t exactly seem like the type who likes to be bossed around. I watched you on TV for four months, remember?”
Smart man. “You’re right. I’m not,” Julien said, as he slipped a hand over Priest’s thigh and Robbie brought his fork up to his mouth. “But that’s where you come in.”
Robbie’s fork halted midair, and the penny finally dropped. “Oh.”
“Oui.”
“So you want to control me?” Robbie started to laugh, and then he looked over at Priest, whose expression remained impassive, and laughed a little more. “Do I really seem like the kind of person who wants to be bossed around? Who’s going to listen to a word you say?”
“Yes,” Priest said, and Robbie’s mouth fell open.
“You’re delusional.”
“No, I’m not. Everything about you is shouting out for someone to look deeper. To find the real you, and know you,” Priest said, as he took hold of Julien’s hand and slid it up and over the erection now straining the zipper of his pants. “Your clothes, your attitude, all the glitter and shine. It makes my cock hard, and my fingers ache to strip away the layers because I want to see what’s underneath. We both want to see what’s underneath. And I think you want to show us.”
Julien caught the scent of Priest’s cologne as he widened his straddle on the seat beside him. A rich, masculine blend that brought to mind hot, rough sex, and Julien felt his heart race with anticipation.
At times like this, Priest was a force to be reckoned with. He was confident, determined, and focused on getting what he wanted—what they wanted—and that just happened to be the beautiful man sitting across from them all fresh-faced and wide-eyed.
ROBBIE COULDN’T TAKE his eyes off Priest. It was as though his words had hypnotized him, and he was surprised he hadn’t bent the fork he was holding, given how hard he was gripping the damn thing.
When he realized they were waiting for an answer, Robbie blinked a couple of times and said, “You’re wrong. I dress how I feel. There’s nothing more to it than that.”
“I agree,” Priest said. “You do dress according to how you feel. But the first time I saw you, you were lost. I’ve only ever met one other who was more so.”
Robbie narrowed his eyes, feeling more exposed sitting there fully dressed than he would’ve had he been standing naked. “I’m sorry, I thought you were a lawyer, not some second-rate psychiatrist. You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Trust me, I’m no psychiatrist. But I’ve been watching you for months now, and I know I’m right.”
Robbie snorted and put his fork back down on the plate, his food now forgotten. “You don’t know shit.”
“I know that you’re upset about Logan getting married, even though they’re your friends and you want them to be happy. I also know that you want to be with us, even though the thought of it scares you.”
Robbie’s leg started to bounce under the table, and he wanted to scream at Priest that he was wrong. But damn the bastard, he wasn’t.
“Why?” Priest said as his eyes moved over Robbie’s face. “Why are you scared of us? I know you’ve been with two men before, so it can’t be that.”
