5
Emma Lia Grant
“Ray has outdone himself again.This French toast isamazing.”
Tristan grins behind his coffee cup as I stuff another bite into my mouth. “What? Why are yousmiling?”
His chuckle is deep and throaty. “You enjoyfood.”
“I enjoygoodfood. There’s adifference.”
“My subs don’t usually eat much. They watch theirweight.”
I don’t know what his other subs look like, but Claudia is on the anorexic-looking side in my opinion. “You like skinny girls.” Statement. Notquestion.
I am not skinny, but he seems to like me justfine.
“I thought that Idid.”
I thought that I did.What the hell is that supposed to mean? “You need to clarify what you’re trying tosay.”
“You have curves. I love the way they look, both in and out of clothes, and I love the way they feel when I glide my hands over your body. Gives me something to hold onto. That’s all I’msaying.”
“You like my hips and booty, don’t you?” I have a great ass, and I don’t even have to work for it. It’s the one thing that I can thank my momfor.
“I fucking love your booty. And I’d love it even more if you’d hurry up and let me get in thatthang.”
It always comes back to that with him. “Sorry, Broussard. No cando.”
“I’m going to get my cock in it sooner or later, bebelle. You’llsee.”
“No can do, muchacho, especially not after seeing what your friend did toClaudia.”
Lines form on Tristan’s forehead, and he shakes his head. “I really wish that he hadn’t done that in front ofyou.”
“I really wish that he hadn’t either. I can’t get it out of myhead.”
Tristan quickly looks at me. “You can’t get Easton out of yourhead?”
“That’s not what Isaid.”
“Do you think he’shot?”
Wow. Tristan sounds like a jealous high school boyfriend. I shrug. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought aboutit.”
“Well, think about it. Do you think that Easton ishot?”
The guy was good-looking, and his body was ripped. I would definitely take a second look at him if I saw him out in public. Unless Tristan was there—he’d definitely be the one that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. “Yeah, your friend ishot.”
“Do you want to fuckhim?”
What the hell kind of question is that? “God,no.”
“He wants to fuckyou.”
Am I imagining that Tristan sounds angry about that? “Your friend told youthat?”
Tristan nods. “We worked out together this morning, and he asked me to share you withhim.”
