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I took the olive oil dispenser that had a small spray nozzle and lightly spritzed my warm bread. Taking a bite I moaned audibly, catching Trey’s attention in an instant. “Ohh, this is sooooo good,” I said, in a very sultry tone. I licked my lips, and took another bite, teasing him with my sensual enjoyment of the bread, licking my fingers when I finished. He rearranged himself in his seat a bit and pretended not to be affected. I sipped some more Chianti, enjoying the slight buzz I was getting. Our salads came, and as we started in, Trey brought up the subject of Clint.
“You know, Tylar,” he said, “you were right about one thing. I had no right to be so hard on Clint over the incident at the pool that night. I suspect I may have had more of an issue with him than your inebriated state.”
I eyed him warily; what was he up to with this? “Oh I get it,” I said, “you’ve made nice with Clint now that you’ve turned him into your own personal nark!” I blurted. I refilled my glass with more Chianti, watching Trey give me a slightly reprimanding look.
“I don’t have a clue what you're talking about,” he replied.
“Oh come on, Trey. I know that it was Clint that called you and told you that I was riding Jezebel in the fourth. You’ve put the fear in him, it’s obvious. I don’t have any desire to remain friends with someone that would nark me out.”
“I see,” Trey responded. “Did it ever occur to you that perhaps Clint was worried about you racing so soon after you were released from the hospital?”
“Maybe,” I said, a bit snidely, “but answer me this, Trey. If Clint had not called you in Atlanta to let you know so that you could bust ass back to Bristol and scratch me out of that race, who would you have been more pissed at when you discovered on your own that I'd rode—me or Clint?”
Trey was thoughtful for a moment before answering. “I suppose I'd have been equally pissed at both of you,” he answered.
“I get that you want to keep me safe, but in the process, you're kind of alienating me from my co-workers and friends. You're making it very lonely here for me.”
“I won’t be second-guessed; I did what I did because, as I've explained, I won’t allow you or anyone else to put you in harm’s way.”
It appeared that I wasn't the only one with issues. I knew Trey’s motivation, now that he had a snitch in hand. He wanted to continue using Clint to keep tabs on me. Trey started to say something, but stopped when Carmelita arrived at our table with the baked ziti.
Trey was right; it was delicious. I cleaned my plate while polishing off another glass of Chianti, which irritated Trey. We ate in silence, partially because we were both so hungry, and partially because it was a bit strained after the topic of Clint came up. Carmelita came over to clear our empty plates, noticing the silence between us.
“Signor Trey, credo chevoi e il vostro amore bisogno di dolcezza, no?” Carmelita said.
Mr. Trey, I think you and your love need some sweetness, no?
“Concordo Carmelita. Che cos a vi suggerisce?” Trey asked.
I agree Carmelita. What would you suggest?
“Vl faro qualche Tiramisu Signor Trey. Ti alimenti e per il vostro amante. Essa ha bisogno di un po’
I'll bring you some Tiramisu Mr. Trey. You feed it to your lover. She needs a little fattening up, eh?
“It seems we’re having dessert Tylar,” Trey said, his eyes dancing. The tension lifted. He pulled my hands into his, gazing into my eyes.
“I’ve had a really nice afternoon with you. I have to leave on a flight to Atlanta tomorrow morning. Our firm has a class action trial starting on Tuesday, so I have to go. Will you be all right?”
No. I don’t want you to go!
“Of course I will,” I replied nonchalantly.
“Ray should have the locks on your cottage changed by now. He is going to make sure that the key he has is not hung on the hooks with the other master keys to the cottages. Does that make you feel any safer?”
I only feel safe with you wrapped around me, Trey.
“I never really felt unsafe Trey. It’s just been creepy in the cottage since then, you know? I mean it’s not like anyone has threatened me directly or anything like that…”
“You don’t have to stay there you know?”
“Where else would I stay?”
“Well, you can stay up at the main house if you wish.”
Give me a minute to pack!
“Oh and that would look real good, wouldn’t it? I can just imagine the comments from the rest of the staff on that one.”
