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“Trey?”
Aaron held up his hands. “I don’t ask questions, Dahlia.”
Just as Aaron walked out, Jared passed by, and then Trey. Without a second thought, she called his name and rushed to the doorway. She was sure he hadn’t heard her over the music, but when she breached the door, he was stopped a foot away.
“Thanks for dinner.”
Trey stared back at her in silence, not even acknowledging her appreciation. It probably stepped over the line in keeping their relationship under wraps. Apparently, Aaron had already read something happening, and Jared clearly knew from their conversation last week. Though, she doubted either one would say anything. It left her wondering if anyone else suspected anything. Surely, Sloane would’ve asked, right?
“Would it be okay if I saved it for a little later? They’re so busy, and I…”
Trey stalked over, towered her much smaller frame, and leaned down slightly.
“No.” His answer was firm with that non-negotiable tone.
Still…
“But I…”
Trey stepped closer, surprising even her.
“Dahlia, I said no. Go eat your dinner.”
Dahlia licked her lips and noticed his gaze drop to her mouth. Dahlia took a step closer, leaving them at a very inappropriate distance for a boss and employee. She was tempted to touch him. So tempted, she tightened her grip on the bag as a distraction.
“How’d you know I like cheesesteaks?”
“Everyone likes cheesesteaks.”
“Not vegetarians.” She slowly quirked her brow and smirked. “I think it’s very sweet that you’re concerned with feeding me. Do you do this for everyone, Trey?”
His gaze hardened, but there was no missing the heat in his stare. “Go eat. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered and brushed past him, her hand grazing over his chest. When she got to the corner of the hall, she glanced over her shoulder. Trey was walking away with his eyes pinned on her.
****
Trey had no intentions for the night other than going home and getting to sleep. It had been an exhausting day between trying to convince Rogue once again to commit to the Killcreek deal and spending time with Sal. It wasn’t often Trey’s original boss came to the club, but every once in a while, he’d insisted.
I want to see the fruit of my boys’ labors.
His boys. Sal had been calling them that for years. It started out as a way of concealing their identity, especially for Trey and Rogue, who’d entered Sal’s world underage. It kept them safer in Sal’s crew if no one could report back to the authorities. Without names, children’s services didn’t have much to go on.
Trey shut down his computer, grabbed his phone and jacket, and walked out of the office, peering over at Jared.
“You’re all done for the night.”
Jared nodded.
Trey usually used his separate exit, but something had him walking out to the balcony and looking down at bar one. He’d purposely kept his distance since his encounter with Dahlia earlier. She was breaking him down. There was nothing more he wanted than to get her in his bed. But Trey knew it would be the point of no return with her.
Trey had been with multiple women over the years, discretely, with no attachment on either end. He’d made it abundantly clear there would be nothing more than one or two nights. He specifically chose women who understood how he lived his life and didn’t expect more than he was willing to offer.
Dahlia was different. Everything about her was foreign to him.
Killian was working behind the bar, restocking while she was seated on a stool with her arms curled onto the bar and her head down. If not for her foot tapping, he’d assume she was asleep. Trey looked down at his phone, noticing the time. It was after two, which meant the busses had stopped running.
He’d noticed a few times she’d used a car service, and Jared had mentioned Killian giving her a ride on occasion. Trey assumed that was the case tonight.
