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I don’t want to ruin this night but I recognize the warning signs.
His hand tightens on my hip, but his tone remains light. Unflappable.
“Of course, I’m just buying you dinner and then fucking you later. Not like a date at all.”
I’m saved from having to respond when the hostess stops and waves at a booth away from the bar, further into the restaurant area.
“This is the area you’ve reserved. There’s also a private bathroom provided for the evening just down that hallway and to the right,” she says, pointing. “Here are your menus. We’ll bring you a complimentary glass of champagne soon.”
“Thank you,” I mutter, playing with my napkin to avoid his eyes.
His hand rests on my thigh. I look up just as his lips come down on my neck, right below the curve of my jaw. My pulse flutters under his mouth and he grunts, the sound thick with arousal as he moves from my throat to claim my lips.
“You’re so beautiful.”
My heart aches.
Even when I’m an asshole, he’s kind to me. It splinters something inside me knowing he might actually be one of the good ones.
I don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve his attentions or his patience.
I don’t deserve any of this.
“Every man in this room was staring at you when we walked in,” he whispers huskily against my throat. “Then at me, wondering how I got so fucking lucky that you chose me.”
His hand moves possessively up my thigh, his fingers approaching my center. My breath hitches.
“You’re the one who had the hostess all worked up.”
“Hmm?” he asks, face still in my neck, mouth marking my skin.
“She was giving you the look, trying to flirt with you. You didn’t see her?”
His fingers brush up against my slit, finding it bare and wet. He purrs in my ear when he feels how soaked I am.
“I only have eyes for you.”
I clasp his face between my hands and pull him up to me, kissing him deeply. He groans and bends over me in the booth. One hand rests protectively on my thigh, keeping my dress from riding up to my hips. The other grabs at my ass, roughly squeezing and groping me.
He moans into my mouth when I run my nails down the back of his head and neck. I clutch the lapel of his suit jacket and pull him agai—
“Um, excuse me?” The voice snaps me out of the moment and I push Tristan off. He doesn’t go far. “Hi.Wow.” Tristan growls warningly at him. “Um, no I mean, sorry,” the waiter adds quickly, apologetic. He’s holding two full champagne flutes. “I was told this was for a first date.” He pauses, frowning down at his notepad like he must have gotten the info wrong. “You guys seemverycozy for a first date.”
“We’re not on a date,” Tristan replies. He stares into my eyes seductively, arrogantly almost, and thumbs the traces of my lipgloss off the corner of his lip before slowly sucking it into his mouth. The move is so carnal and charged with sexual tension that I feel wetness drip down my thigh and onto the seat beneath me. He smirks cockily at me when he sees my eyes drop to his mouth. “Just having dinner.”
I roll my eyes at him and he laughs, a deep chuckle that sends a zap of pleasure skittering down my spine.
“That makes even less sense. But, alrighty!” the waiter says cheerfully, setting the flutes in front of us and walking off.
It’s as I watch him leave that I spot them across the bar.
Them.
Rogue, Rhys, and Phoenix.
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Chapter 32
