He didn’t respond but pursed his shiny lips and stared at me through shrewd eyes as though he could see beneath my skin to the turmoil swirling below.
“What? You want details? You want to know how it happened?” I squirmed in my seat. If he didn’t stop looking at me like he knew more than I wanted him to, I was going to walk out.
“Ha,” he said with a grunt. “I know how it happened.” He shrugged as though it was a foregone conclusion. “Hatred is a passion just like desire… very easy to get it jumbled up. There’s a reason hate-fucking is a term.”
Fine, maybe he did know.
His damn all-seeing eyes twinkled with mischief.
“You’re enjoying this,” I muttered as I glanced at a table a few rows over where a chubby toddler was trying to stick her hands in her mother’s soup.
“You’re right about that,” Trevor said with a laugh. “I’m enjoying the fuck outta this. It’s not every day I get to see you ruffled over a guy. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ruffled over a guy.”
“I’m notruffledover anyone. What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means you liked it. It means you liked having his delicious man meat in your mouth and—”
“Seriously? Are you twelve?”
Trevor cracked up, once again drawing the notice of others. I was starting to think he did it on purpose. He’d always been a damn attention whore.
“All right,” he said with a wave of his hand. “I’ll stop teasing you. Why do you think this has you all spun up?”
Shit, the psychological analysis was worse than being made fun of. I scowled. “Go back to the teasing.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “All I’m saying is that maybe you don’t hate him as much as… what? What’s wrong?”
The back of my neck prickled, and for whatever supernatural reason, I glanced over at the café’s entrance, freezing in place as Ryder walked in with another man I didn’t recognize.
He scanned the restaurant until his gaze landed on me.
And stuck.
The temperature in the room shot up ten degrees, and my heart rate climbed with it. One peek at him, and I was back in Top Shelf, watching him reach into my sweats and fist my cock. The cock that was rapidly remembering exactly how good it felt and how much it liked to feel that good. Thank God the table hid the evidence, or Trevor would not have been merciful in his attack.
“What the hell are you… oh,” he said as he glanced over his shoulder toward the entrance where Ryder still stood staring at me. “Look who we have here.”
Ryder’s buddy realized he was halfway to the counter alone and turned back. He called and waved to Ryder, who didn’t react.
Because his whole focus remained on me.
And I liked it.
“This is ridiculous,” Trevor muttered. “We’re doing this shit my way.”
I blinked. “What do you mean? Trevor, no!” I whispered as he stood and waved both arms above his head like Ryder didn’t know exactly where we sat.
“Yoo-hoo!” he shouted in a high-pitched tone over the lunch noise. “Ryder! Over here. Come sit. We have plenty of room.”
My heart lodged in my throat. If I could, I’d have slunk down in my seat, slithered under the table, then crawled to the exit, but Trevor would probably jump on my back and beat the shit out of me. The man might be small, but he was scrappy as hell and slightly terrifying when pissed.
Ryder’s gaze shifted to Trevor. His lips curled in a smile that had my stomach swooping with discomfort, of course. What else would it be? I didn’t want to sit through a super awkward lunch with the man I blew and the other man who knew I’d blown him. The flutter in my chest had nothing to do with excitement and everything to do with dread.
“Yay.” Trevor beamed as he sat back down and faced me. “He’s on his way over.”
“Yes, I can see that.”
“Good Lord, Ally, fix your face.” Trevor rolled his eyes.
