Byron and Corey were already there, waiting. Each wore a dark tailored suit that fit just a little too well, outlining every muscle and ounce of rough charm they had to offer.
The sight made both women pause.
“Wow,” Corey said, his voice low and a little unsteady. “Davina… do we have to have dinner?”
Davina laughed, walking straight into his arms. “Yes, we do. And then…” she leaned in close.
“You can eat me later”
Corey froze for a second, a grin spreading across his face, he swooped her up before walking towards the main door.
“Corey!” Davina scolded, tapping his arm. “Bring us backright now!”
He sighed theatrically. “Fine.”
Lucy and Byron hadn’t moved. They were just watching each other, silent and smiling in a way that made everyone else uncomfortable.
Corey frowned. “You two are weird. Why are you just standing there staring?”
Byron’s tone was calm, almost smug. “I’m not just standing here; I'm telling her exactly what I think”
What Byron was saying to Lucy was so obscene saying it out loud would have caused a fight to happen.
Lucy,he projected in to her mind,I cannot, this is so unfair. He was looking at her like she was a piece of meat.Byron, does that mean I look good?Lucy asked this in the most innocent way.Good?he says,I want to fuck you, I want to lift your dress up and cause your makeup to streak down your face. “Byron”, Lucy didn't mean to shout.Lucy look at my trousers, there's no chance of me stopping now.his well fitted trousers had a bulge so big it made them change shape.
Her cheeks flushed; Byron’s expression didn’t change.
Byron, she spoke through their link,sit down before they notice.
Let them, let them see my glory, so they know I'm the man they think me to be.
Lucy covered her mouth to keep from laughing.
Davina glanced between them. “Are you two having a whole conversation in your head?”
Corey rolled his eyes. “They do that all the time. It's fucking frustrating”
“Frustrating?” Byron said, lowering himself into a chair. “It’s calledconnection.You should try it sometime.”
The table burst into laughter as they sat down. The air loosened again, the wine poured, conversation flowed.
“This is lovely,” Lucy said honestly, swirling the deep red liquid in her glass. “Exactly what we needed.”
Byron leaned back, “Do I thank you now Davina or after I have taken Lucy to-”
“Brother!” Corey cut in quickly, pointing his fork. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
Byron smirked. “Brother? You finally called me that. Does that mean you’re starting to accept me?”
Davina turned toward Corey. “Wait, you haven’t accepted him before now?”
“Well,” Corey said, shrugging, “he’s emotionless and a bit too rough for Lucy.”
Davina’s eyes widened. “And you’re not?”
“Ihaveemotion,” Corey protested.
Lucy nearly choked on her drink. “You do not. You’re by far rougher than Byron.”
