It takes me back to how relaxed I felt in Hawaii, making my stomach feel uneasy. Shaking it off, I can’t keep letting myself feel like this. Romeo De Massy is a memory, one that I both want to forget but also keep a hold of for future reference.
My name is called and I collect my order, then make my way over to Simone, who has grabbed us a table. Placing my tray on the table, I giggle seeing Simone digging into her food already.
“Don’t fucking laugh at me, I am starving. I worked through my regular lunch hours because some snobby daddy’s little boy fucked up his job,” she gripes around a mouthful of food.
“Such a lady, Sim.” I laugh.
She flips me off, and her eyes roll into the back of her head when she takes another bite of her food.
“Damn, this is good. Almost better than sex.” She moans.
A table of men next to us all stop what they are doing and look to her, each of them with their mouths open, as she seductively moans while eating.
“Sim, you are giving the men a show to go with their dinner.”
Simone stops chewing and looks in their direction, mischief filling her gaze. I groan inwardly, knowing that she is going to do something that will either piss them off, or make them uncomfortable.
“Like what you see, boys?” she asks them.
The one with his ball cap on backwards and arms full of tattoos grins.
“Definitely, babe.”
She scoffs, cocking a brow at him. “I will give you this ‘babe’ since you do not know my name, but, baby, I like what I see, too.”
My gaze snaps to hers, my mouth wide open. What the fuck? I was expecting her to bitch them out for staring but clearly, she does, in fact, like what she sees.
“Unfortunately for you, my girl needs me today for some girl time after some schmuck broke her heart. You would never do that, would you…?” she explains and presses for his name.
He shakes his head, a smirk in place.
“Never.” His gaze moves to me. “Give me a name and I’ll make him hurt for you, darlin’.”
Licking my lips, he moves his gaze back to Simone, which shocks me and also pleases me. He is not interested in me, so he is giving her all of his attention.
“It is okay, but thank you.” My voice is low, my heart aching in my chest.
He gives me his eyes again, and I see genuine concern looking back at me.
Pushing to his feet, his friends follow, and when he steps to our table, Simone sits straighter. I look between my bestie and this new stranger, who is freaking hot, by the way.
He is dressed in faded, stained jeans with black boots that have seen better days, and a hoodie with some kind of garage logo on it.
He writes something on an unused napkin, before setting it on the table, pushing it toward Simone.
“Call me. I’m Tristan. Your name, beautiful?” his voice is gruff and it sends shivers through me.
Freaking hell, who is this guy?
My best friend just looks at him, her mouth gaping open, acting like I have never seen before. I slap her arm to pull her back out of her sex-craved mind because I know that is where she was just now.
“Her name is Simone,” I answer for her.
“Fuck,” she mutters, blinking and then looking at me with a ‘what the fuck’ look on her face.
I shrug.
Tristan chuckles, and I see my friend’s body tremble. Oh hell, this man is a perfect match for her.
