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“How do you know? You been keeping an eye on her? Wishing it was you she’d go home with instead?” How the hell does he know who Mo goes home with? And why does he care?
“Don’t be ridiculous. Mo?” He snorts.
“You don’t like her?”
He stares into my eyes when he answers. “Not even a little.”
“You know she’d fuck you just to mess with me though?”
“Yes.”
“Because you and I are friends,” I add quickly, my cheeks flushing pink.
“Of course.” The corners of his eyes crinkle as he fights back a smile. Asshole. “And doesn’t that tell you all you need to know about the kind of friend she is?”
I want to roll my eyes so bad right now. I hate when he’s right. “Anyway, Mo didn’t go home with a guy last night.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
“I did though.”
His expression darkens, and I feel the heat from his gaze in the very pit of my stomach. Wow!
“You didn’t. Henry and Ash wouldn’t have let you go home with some guy,” he says with a snarl.
How do you know that, Max? Why are you so interested in me going home with a guy?“Well, no. He came here instead.” I shrug casually.
“Who?”
“Toby Fiore.”
“Michael’s son?”
“Yeah. I haven’t seen him since high school, so he came back here and…” I don’t finish the sentence because I’m having way too much fun watching the vein pulse in his neck. What I wouldn’t give to run my tongue along it and taste his skin.
“And what?” he demands. The deep, commanding timbre of his voice rumbles through my bones and goes straight between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together to give myself relief from the throbbing ache building in my pussy.
“We ate waffles and talked about our time away at college.”
“You ate waffles and talked?”
“Yes. You think he’d try anything else?” I laugh. “He probably thought there were cameras watching his every move.”
His dark eyes narrow, his intense stare making me feel like I’m seconds away from melting into a puddle in this chair. “Did you want him to try something?”
I probably shouldn’t answer that, but beneath all the weird ass tension between us, Max is kind of my best friend. “Not last night, no. But that doesn’t mean never. He is kind of cute,” I say truthfully.
Max doesn’t reply. He goes on staring at me, his jaw ticking. And now I don’t want him thinking about me and Toby. It feels too weird. “Anyway, I’m not sure he even likes me.” That’s a lie, but maybe he’ll buy it. “I invited him to that new club opening downtown tonight, but he said he’s busy.”
“Well, maybe he is. He just started working for his dad.”
Toby’s dad is Michael Fiore and he’s been our family’s accountant forever. “What accountant works on a Saturday night?”
“Your brothers’ accountant works when he’s told to, Joey,” he says with a smile.
“I guess.”
“So, this club?”
