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Gina stood waiting as we left the dance floor. She still had her shit-eating grin on and handed me my purse. “I called the limo,” she said. “He’ll be out front in two minutes. Ian and I are going to stick around a little longer. The driver will drop you guys, you know, wherever.”
“Thanks, Gina,” I grinned, hugging her, “…for all this.”
“Good night, Gina,” Trey said, smiling at her just a little bit appreciatively.
The limo was waiting as we stepped outside. The chauffeur opened the double doors, and Trey and I slid in on the same side. It felt good that in this moment, I was in control; Trey had no clue where I was staying.
“Grand Hyatt, Buckhead,” I reminded the driver. Trey cocked an amused eyebrow at me.
“Glad to see you don’t skimp when it comes to lodging in the big city,” he teased.
“Actually, it was a birthday gift from Ian and Gina, two nights,” I replied. “Drink?” I offered.
“Sure, whatever you’re having, Ms. Preston.”
I mixed two vodka sonics in the tall frosted glasses in the limo’s wet bar. Trey took his graciously, and held it up. “To your 21st birthday, Tylar, and to the fact that you now can drink legally. And hoping that we always remain a part of each other’s lives—cheers!”
“Cheers,” I repeated, tapping my glass to his. I settled back with my cocktail, leaning against him as the limo made its way to my hotel. I mused about his toast. What did that mean?
“Trey,” I asked as he tipped the frosted glass back, taking a drink of his cocktail. “Who was the blond slut with you at the bar?”
He immediately choked on his drink, causing him to spit most of it against the limo’s glass partition. He pulled his monogrammed handkerchief out to dab his dripping chin, then he wiped the glass clean on the partition. I'd embarrassed his good manners. Good, I thought, now answer my question.
“I wasn’t with anyone at the bar tonight.”
“So you're going to sit there and tell me that there wasn’t a blond seated next to you at the bar tonight?”
“What I'm telling you is that the blond seated next to me at the bar wasn't with me. I was there first. She came in later and sat next to me. That’s all there was to it.”
“Really?” I said. “If that's all there was to it, why did you dance with her?”
“She askedmeto dance, not the other way around,” he clarified. “I can’t think that you had an issue with that. It appeared to me as if you were doing some sort of a tribal mating dance with Rodney until you scared him off.”
“You'rethe one that scared him off,” I said, pointing my finger at him.
He smirked, snatching my finger with his hand, kissing it.
I continued undeterred, “He saw you glaring at us!” Trey didn’t respond, but he grinned, pulling me onto his lap. “You like being able to intimidate those guys, don’t you?” I said.
“I’d like it much better if I could intimidate you, Tylar,” he answered softly, bringing his mouth down on mine.
Oh my.
His kiss was passionate; there was urgency to it. I molded my body to him and could feel his arousal.
“This dress leaves very little to the imagination,” he commented. “You drew quite an audience tonight, Ms. Preston.”
I was only interested in an audience of one. I was eager to see how Trey was going to play it once we got to the hotel. In that moment, the chauffer pulled up to the lobby entrance.
“Are you staying with me tonight, Trey? Or do you want the driver to take you to your apartment?”
“You know,” he said, fingering my gold necklace gently, “we could both stay at my apartment tonight if you want.”
I wasn’t going to give in. I wanted him to do it my way for once. “I want to stay here tonight, Trey; I’d like for you to join me.”
“How could I ever refuse you anything?” he took my hand.
The chauffeur opened the doors for us. Trey got out first, then helped me out. He handed the driver a tip, then guided me up the steps, where the doorman held the glass door for us.
