“Oh—” I say. “Sorry.”
Alex comes out right after me, and Hudson looks from me to him, then back at me, narrowing his eyes.
“Maybe I should be the one apologizing?” he questions before pushing off the wall and walking away. My cheeks burn.
“You go first,” Alex says quickly.
I give him one last kiss before walking down the hall, grabbing a glass of champagne, and finding my friends.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Alex
It’s nearing nine pm by the time the opening has dwindled down to just the guys, Austen, and Cameron.
“We need to do this again,” Hudson says with a smile. “I don’t want to wait another year to see you guys.”
Trey looks sad at those words, but he’s not the only one.
“Hudson’s right,” Paul adds. “I could use a weekend trip once in a while.”
“Ditto,” Andre says as he drains the last of his champagne.
“Just… maybe not Vegas,” I say, winking at my brother.
Jordan slaps me in the chest and tells me to shut the fuck up and I laugh. Austen catches my gaze, laughs, andthen he looks at Jordan before he narrows his gaze back on me.
It makes me a little nervous, because the knowing look in his eyes makes me think he’s more observant than I give him credit for. I’m not sure how Jordan is going to react to that.
“Definitely no Vegas,” Hudson agrees, shaking his head. “New York is nice, though.”
I look at Jordan and decide not to look away when I smile and say, “New York is great.”
I offer to stay and help my brother clean up, but both he and Cameron tell me they’re good. Honestly, I just think they want to get rid of us, probably so they can fuck in that office. Which makes me feel weird, considering what Jordan and I did in there earlier, but not weird enough that I wouldn’t do it again.
That was fucking hot.
But then again, sex with Jordan is always hot as fuck.
I’ve definitely missed it and would be lying if I said I didn’t think about him in that way, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
We’re the last to leave, our goodbyes taking forever. As soon as we get outside, I turn to Jordan and say, “Are you hungry?”
His gaze roves over me and he smirks. “Depends. What’s on the menu?” he asks with a lazy smile.
I can’t help but grin, because the way he says the words makes me think he definitely isn’t talking about food. I fight the urge to blush, but I fail.
“Have you had a New York slice yet?” I ask. “I heard there’s this delectable pizza place not far from here.” I motion towards the direction of the shop. It’s a couple blocks away, long enough for us to walk and… talk.
At this point, the champagne’s well worn off for both of us and now I’m starving.
Bacon wrapped scallops and florentine tarts were not fulfilling in the least, and neither was the grilled chicken salad I had before the opening.
He smirks as he nods. “I have not, actually. Funnily enough, I’ve spent most of my time doing things that don’t revolve around food. I could go for some pizza.”
I take two steps forward to lead the way. Austen said it’s a favorite spot of his and I’ve been dying to try it.
“Great,” I say, sliding my hands in my pockets. I need to keep them occupied or I swear I’m not going to keep my hands off of him.
