He pictured her dark red lips around Quinton’s fat dick. The horny bastard was probably making her gag, too. Repeatedly. It was his thing, something Nick had never enjoyed doing to a woman. Nick wondered if she liked it. He also wondered why he didn’t give a single shit.
He opened the container, not bothering with a plate. Sliding open a drawer, he found a second set of chopsticks and placed them on the black granite countertop in front of Olivia, just in case.
He pinched a piece of beef and slid it into his mouth.
Arms crossed, she watched him for a beat, shifting on her sky-high heels. “We need to talk.”
He paused, narrowed his eyes, then resumed chewing.
“We need to talk,” she repeated.
He swallowed the beef and scooped some rice with his chopsticks. “So, talk.”
“What the hell was that back at the club?”
He shrugged. “I wasn’t in the mood.”
She tipped her head. “You haven’t been in the mood for a while now. I didn’t appreciate being safe-worded onstage like that.”
“But you appreciated Quinton taking over the aftercare.”
She froze.
Well, then.Suspicions confirmed.
Nick smirked. “You think I didn’t know?”
Olivia said nothing. She picked up the chopsticks and rolled them between her palms. When she spoke, she avoided eye contact, staring at the countertop.
“It wasn’t in person,” she muttered. “It was over FaceTime.”
He choked out a laugh. “Oh, OK, then that makes it acceptable. What happened to the exclusivity you agreed to?”
She grasped the sticks tightly. “It was one time. I needed … I needed it. It had been too long, and you were unavailable that night.”
Yeah, I was forty thousand feet up, halfway to Mexico.
“I feel invisible, Nick. Like you don’t see me. And I’ve been feeling that way for a while.”
He picked up another sliver of beef, saying nothing. Her words didn’t surprise him. On the contrary, he felt genuine relief. He’d never been able to forge a true bond with Olivia, and every scene with her left him unsatisfied. At first, he ignored it, thinking things would improve as they grew closer, but they never did, and lately, he’d started to suspect they never would.
“I’d like to … expand my horizons,” she said.
“Meaning?”
“What do you think it means?”
He set down his chopsticks. This was turning into the conversation he’d felt they needed for a while, and it was too serious to continue while he ate.
He nodded slowly. “I think we’ve been heading toward this for some time.”
She visibly perked up, excitement flaring in her eyes. “I’m so glad you agree. I already spoke with Quinton.”
Wait, what?
“You spoke with Quinton,” he repeated flatly.
“Yes.” She licked her dark red lips. “I also spoke to—”
