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The bartender, with his perfectly coiffed hair, grins. “Thank you. I’m so glad you like it.”
“Oh, are you?” I ask, staring daggers at him.
His eyes snap to mine, and then Ezra’s head turns. He reaches out and clasps his hand around my forearm, his eyes narrowing, giving me a warning.
I cock my head before I slowly turn and face the bartender, giving him a tight, forced smile. “I can’t wait to see how mine tastes.”
Ezra squeezes me again before releasing his grip. Once I have my drink, I walk away from the bar to find a seat where I can’t see the bartender’s fucking face. To my dismay, Ezra doesn’t immediately follow me. Instead, he stays at the bar, talking to the conventionally attractive man who isso gladEzra likes his fucking drink.
My leg bounces under the table as I watch them. Ezra’s eyes meet mine. He stares at me for several seconds before aiming a smile in the bartender’s direction, then he gets up and struts over.
“Are you trying to make me kill him?”
He leisurely pulls out the chair to sit in, then takes a long, slow gulp of his drink before setting it down on the table.
“Why do you feel threatened?”
“Why do you try to provoke me?”
His lips stretch across his face slightly. “Maybe I want to see you at your worst.”
A thrill of excitement runs through me. I lean forward. “Oh yeah? So when you talk to other guys in front of me, like that fucking dickhead,” I say, gesturing toward the bar, “and like the guy on the street the other day, you do it because you’re thinking about me?”
Some sort of amusement flashes across his face before he asks, “What guy on the street?”
I bite my lip, but it’s too late. I’ve given myself away.
“Kaspian.” I remain quiet and he chuckles. “I saw you. I knew you were watching me.”
“So, youwerethinking about me?”
“Hard not to when you follow me from work to a restaurant.”
“And you wanted to see what I’d do if I saw you talking to that stuffy fucking clown?”
“I hate that guy. We’re not even friends. He’s a client who’s never satisfied and complains a lot.”
“What were you hoping I’d do?” I ask, getting closer to him, my voice dropping.
“I wondered if it would draw you out.”
“I followed him,” I state. “Once he walked away from you.”
Ezra folds his arms on the table. “And what did you do?”
“Not my worst, unfortunately. I followed him to a boutique where he met up with his wife and kids. Figured there was nothing to worry about there.”
“Hmm.” He takes a sip of his drink and lets his eyes bounce around the room. “So, did you have a plan?”
“Not particularly.”
“I like to have plans.”
“So, plan.”
“I’ll work on it. In the meantime, let’s look around.”
We end up finishing our drinks in the bar area before we make our way to the section with the rooms. In the hallway, we get propositioned by an older couple, but politely decline. In one of the group rooms, we watch as a party of four have a good time together. In another room, there’s three people going at it on a couch. After some eavesdropping, we determine two of them are married, and the other guy is the one they invited in. However, it’s him who has sex with the woman, while the husband watches.
