“The man was a one-night stand.” Miles ignored my request, instead addressing the rest of my earlier question. “But probably a mistake, if you ask me.”
“I didn’t.”
“We weren’t compatible in bed.”
“I said I didn’t.” I shifted my weight in the chair, trying to ignore the unexpected feelings of jealousy that started to bubble in my stomach. But my weight pressed down on the bruise on my thigh, and it was impossible for me to hide the pain.
“You hurt yourself last night, didn’t you?”
“I was fine last night and I’m fine now.”
“You’re a bad liar,” he said.
“I’m fine.”
“I read a book about a guy like you.” Miles stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankle. The hem of his dark gray slacks inched up, revealing hot pink socks with navy blue polka dots. “He was always fine too.”
“What do you mean you weren’t compatible in bed?”
I had no idea why I asked him that, but watching his mouth curl into a smug half-smile when I did had me immediately regretting it. I hated that Miles had spent so much time in my head, and following that line of questioning was definitely not going to get him out of it anytime soon.
“Hendrix, buddy.” Miles pushed himself out of the chair, bringing his crotch eye level. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You’re absolutely insufferable.” I stood up too, unable to maintain composure with his dick so close to my face. Besides, Freddy was inside and undoubtedly waiting for my return. I had to get back to him, offer to settle up my half of the tab, and then go home.
He wasn’t it for me. I knew that now.
“You make it so fun.” He gestured toward the back door, and I headed in that direction. He followed close behind, resting his hand against the small of my back when we entered the crowded bathroom hallway.
“Make what fun?” I asked, raising my voice over the deafening chatter of the bar.
His hand slipped down, fingertips dancing over my belt, but not going lower. Miles stepped ahead of me when we reached the bar area and gave me a wink.
“Foreplay.”
CHAPTERFOUR
Miles
I would have freshenedmyself up a bit before drinks with Carl and his secretary if I’d known I’d run into Hendrix at the bar. Of course there was no way for me to know, and if I had put in the time, Shari would have probably assumed I’d put in the work for her—and that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Shari was Carl’s little plaything, and while he loaned her out to me sometimes…
No, it felt wrong to think of her that way.
Shari wasn’t a possession that Carl used and spread around as it pleased him, at least not without her willing and extremely vocal consent. Their agreement was mutually beneficial and Shari had no qualms about sleeping with Carlandall of his friends. It was one of the things I liked the most about her, but she’d been trying too hard and that was about as fun as Nathan the misguided twink had been the night before.
Finding Hendrix at the bar felt like a reward for enduring her advances. Having an actual complete conversation with him was the cherry on top of it all. Hendrix had bright eyes, for as sad as he always looked, and they were penetrating in a way that sent a decent amount of blood between my legs and that was almost off-putting. I ended our conversation as it was getting started because I didn’t want to slip and say something regrettable, ruining things between us before there was even anything to ruin.
I took a car home, flipping on every light as I meandered from the front of my house to the kitchen. Grayson was home—I could hear the shower running down the hall—so I had no idea why he’d kept the house in the dark. Maybe, with him, it was some kind of weird sex game or something. I wouldn’t have put it past him, but I wasn’t going to go poke my head into the bathroom and ask.
The wine supply on my counter was dwindling, which meant it was time for a trip to the store within the next few days. With my current choices severely limited, I grabbed a bottle of Pinot from somewhere in Sonoma. I pulled two mugs from the cabinet, expecting company as soon as Gray realized he wasn’t alone anymore. He hollered out as soon as the water cut off.
“Is that you?” he shouted.
“No,” I called back.
“Perfect.” The shower curtain hooks clattered against the rod as he shoved the curtain open. “I didn’t expect you home tonight.”
