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“You’ll go?” His voice was hopeful, his expression matched and he looked so endearingly cute she was glad she’d agreed.
“Yes. Just dinner,” she added though she had a feeling it was futile. Pointless.
This would not be just a meal. The chemistry brewed and bubbled between them as they spoke, as they looked at each other and it was so much more than just a simple night out. She could feel it.
His hand dropped, his smile grew. “Good. Think of a place to go. Somewhere good and a little private.”
“Why?” What did he want to do, seduce her in the restaurant? He could do that with one look, one touch. He was doing it now, backstage with people milling around. Anyone could stumble upon them at any minute.
“Because I want you to myself.” He pushed away from the wall, away from her and she felt suddenly empty, cold without his body heat surrounding her. “Bye, Scarlett.”
She watched him go, took a few moments to gather her wits, wait for the strength to come back to her legs. It wasn’t ’til he was completely out of sight that she realized he hadn’t even kissed her though he’d said he wanted to.
Scarlett was glad. It made the anticipation that much more delicious.
“Thank you for dinner,” Scarlett said, her voice soft and sweet and putting Trevor on edge.
She never sounded soft and sweet when she was with him. Her voice usually took on a hard edge, or an irritated one. He wondered if he’d finally gotten in her good graces.
He wondered what he could do to keep himself there.
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you suggested this place. I haven’t been here in a while.” She’d picked a little sushi restaurant not far from the theatre that stayed open to cater to the late flow of theatre goers.
Smart move since the place had been almost full with customers when they first arrived. The crowd had dwindled until there were only a few tables occupied, theirs included.
“It’s my favorite place to go for sushi.” She polished off the last shrimp tempura roll, a little murmur of approval sounding in her throat as she chewed.
He enjoyed watching her eat. She did it with relish, without restraint and didn’t give a bunch o
f excuses for it either. Most of the women he took to dinner either didn’t eat at all or picked at their food. When they had actually shoved a fork in their mouth, a few had even apologized. As if it was a sin to eat.
They’d practically all been reed thin, too. He wouldn’t classify Scarlett as reed thin. She had delicious curves, sensual curves he wanted to touch, explore. She looked like a real woman, not some stick with breasts and a flat ass.
She’d changed her outfit, wore a simple thin cotton black dress with tiny ruffles around the neckline. A neckline that plunged low enough so he could catch a glimpse of cleavage every time she leaned forward, and he checked plenty. Her bra was black, shiny satin, and he couldn’t wait to touch her.
Her creamy smooth skin glowed in the low lighting of the restaurant. She’d restrained her normally riotous hair, pulled it back into a low ponytail that rested at her nape. A few errant curls strayed from their restraints, weaving prettily about her face. She was gorgeous in such an unassuming way.
She drove him half mad with lust. Just looking at her had his cock hardening, threatening to pop the zipper out of his jeans. The need to take, to possess this woman and make her his was overwhelming. Their shared dinner was some sort of demented foreplay that messed with his mind and prolonged the inevitable.
“Is sushi your favorite food?” He wanted to know everything about her. Learn her secrets, her preferences, her desires. She kept everything so close. Oh, she was friendly and everyone liked her at the theatre, but when he’d conducted some subtle asking around he realized that no one really seemed to know her.
With the exception of Austin. And though they were friends, he didn’t feel comfortable enough digging information about Scarlett from him. It wouldn’t be right. He couldn’t cross that line.
“I love sushi.” She dragged her finger through the few drops of sauce that dotted her plate and brought it to her mouth, licking it. Trevor’s eyes almost crossed at the sight, imagining her lips wrapped around his dick. “I love Thai food, too. I love Asian food.”
“So you bring all your dates here.” Why did the idea of that make his blood boil? Imagining her with another man made his gut clench, his head hurt.
If he thought about it too much, he just might be jealous.
Scarlett laughed, ran her hand over her head to smooth away the little wisps of wild hair. They sprang back out the second her hand dropped. “I wouldn’t consider this a date.”
“No?” He cocked a brow at her. What the hell did she consider it then? “Tell me what you think this is.”
“Two friends going out for dinner after work, simple as that.” She grabbed the straw in her drink and twirled it around, the clinking of the ice against the glass loud in the otherwise quiet stillness.
“I wouldn’t necessarily consider us friends. You don’t even like me, remember?”
She at least had the decency to blush, the delicate pink staining her cheeks. “I don’t hate you. I don’t know what else to call us.”
