Coming here is a fresh start I so desperately need, but there’s a voice in my head that keeps telling me that it isn’t enough. I ignore it because it has to be, at least for now.
G spots me and grins, waving me over. I head his way, passing Midas without letting him know I saw him. I can feel his eyes on me, though. My skin burns and my body aches with need all over again.
Dammit, I don’t need another man complicating my life.
“You look good enough to eat,” G growls as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Absolutely.” I nod.
He tugs me toward the door, holding it open for me when we reach it. Unable to resist, I glance behind me. Midas is with another club girl—his hands on her ass, her lips on his jaw. But his eyes... they’re locked on me.
I let the image sear into my brain, knowing I need to remember exactly what he is and what I am to him: nothing more than a convenient fuck.
After driving for about an hour, G pulls into the parking lot of a diner, and we head inside. The bell above the door jingles as we walk in, and we head to a booth by the windows. As we take our seats, a waitress walks over, and G orders us both a burger with the works, fries, and a chocolate malt.
“I’ll be back in a moment with your drinks,” she says before she walks away to place our order.
G leans back, resting his arm on the back of the bench, and I sit quietly as we wait. It doesn’t take long for our waitress to return with our drinks.
Thanking her, I swirl the straw around, mixing the whipped cream in before leaning forward to take a sip.
“Mmmm,” I hum happily as I drink half the malt.
“I haven’t had one of these since I was a kid. I totally forgot how good they were,” I admit.
“What a travesty,” he says, his eyes on my mouth.
I chuckle, the straw still between my lips.
“You’re wishing this straw was your dick, aren’t you?”
He grins. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” He takes a drink as I lean closer.
“I’m not a big fan of anyone beating around my bush.”
He chokes on his drink and glares at me. “You’re the one who’s supposed to do the choking around here,” he taunts, and I burst out laughing.
A smile spreads across his face, and something tells me that this isn’t an act. He reallyisa nice guy. And yeah, maybe I’m wrong—God knows I’ve been before—but that doesn’t mean I am this time.
“I have a feeling we’re going to be really good friends.”
He picks up his knife and pretends to stab himself in the heart with it. “Friend-zoned before I’ve even tasted her.”
“I never said you couldn’t taste me, just that I think I’ll end up liking you for more than just your dick.”
“Aww, Legs, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Though just saying, you haven’t seen it yet. It’s big and pierced,” he waggles his brows.
“Noted,” I roll my eyes at him, and it’s his turn to laugh. Just then, the waitress returns with our food.
“Here ya go. Two burgers with the works and fries,” she says, setting our plates on the table. “Enjoy your meal, and if you need anything else, just holler.” Before either of us can say anything, she’s gone.
Looking at my plate, I pick up my burger and take a bite.Oh my God. I moan, my eyes closing as I savor the taste.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” I say, opening my eyes to find G staring at me.
“What?” I ask, blinking at him. “Aren’t you going to eat?” He just shakes his head but picks up his burger and takes a bite. After that, we eat in relative silence—the food is just that good. It isn’t until I lean back and start rubbing my food baby that he asks the one question I’d been hoping to avoid.
“So... what was that with you and Midas?”
