Unsure what to read into his calm demeanor, I waited for him to say something. Like me walking out of his bedroom naked, was an everyday occurrence, he pulled out a chair. “Sit.” I slid down into the seat. “You thwarted my plan to bring you breakfast in bed, so this is the next best thing.” He waved a hand over the table.
Breakfast in bed?I balked. Instead of addressing the elephant in the room, he placed the bagel in front of me with my usual—a glass of orange juice. Still, I had no idea what to say.
He held out two aspirin and a glass of water. “Take this first, then eat.” Although I blushed, I couldn’t deny Zayne’s resolute care. It was like he always knew what I needed without asking. He took the seat next to me and reached for the morning paper. A mug of coffee sat next to his phone on the table.
“You’re not eating?”
“I’ve already eaten,” he replied without looking up.
After I swallowed the pills, I emptied the glass of water and set it down with a slight clink against the marble top, courtesy of my trembling hand. “Um...Zayne?”
He glanced up from the paper, one dark brow raised in question as his knowing amber eyes stared at me, waiting for me to ask.
“Last night.” I paused. How do I ask him if we had sex without coming across like a flustered teenager who’d just lost her virginity? “How did I... end up in your bed naked?” the latter part rushed out much faster than I started.
His expression blank, as he set aside the paper and rolled his pointer finger along his jaw. I hated his ability to hide his emotions. I’d give anything to take a peek inside that intelligent mind just to see what went on in there. “You don’t remember what happened last night?” he asked.
I raked a hand through my wet hair and shook my head. “Just bits and pieces.”
“What’s the last thing you do remember?”
“I was going to the bathroom and some guy tried to get fresh with me. After that, it gets vague. I’m not even sure if my memories of Trent Shaw, the guy wanting to offer me a job, being at the club are real.”
A ghost of a smile touched the corners of his lips. It vanished just as quickly when he said, “Trent was there. He saved you from a pervert and brought you home.” Zayne picked up his phone and stared at the screen, hiding his face from me.
That’s it?Expecting more, I leaned back in the chair and frowned. “And how did I end up in your bed, naked?” This time the words came out more furious than I intended.
He glanced up. Even though the idea of him taking me to bed sounded desirable, I would’ve loved to have been conscious for the experience. As the thought materialized, I couldn’t stop my gaze from running over his well-defined body, usually clad in an expensive suit, but now he sat in front of me with dark sweatpants and a bare torso, showcasing his firm abs and what was that. Oh my God, were those red scratch marks? Just as I leaned forward for a better look, he lifted his white mug to his lips and smirked at me.
He rose, he took a sip of his coffee before placing the cup on the table, and in two strides stood directly in front of me. Lowering himself down on his haunches, and staring directly at me, so close, that I didn’t know where his exhale ended and my inhale started. I shivered. “Um...” Like a bumbling idiot, I bit down on my tongue to prevent me from letting him know exactly what I wanted to have happened. Where was Tia when I needed her? She’d know what to do—well, what to say.
He gazed at me for a long moment, the tense silence nipping at my calm. I watched the wheels spinning in those brown irises. What was he contemplating?
“What do you want to hear, baby?” A muscle twitched in his clenched jaw and I had a sudden urge to run a finger over that pulse. Not trusting myself not to do so, my right hand strangled the wrist of the left in my lap. “That I ripped off your panties, bent you over the bar, and tongue-fucked you until you cried out my name to let you come.” His husky voice rolled over me like the brush of a feather against my skin.
I wanted to gasp, but I was incapable of making a sound. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, his dirty words shocked and manipulated me, the unexpected sexual hunger had every inch of my skin burning, ready to detonate. My mind seeing the image as clear as day, my body wanting everything he just said. If he touched me now, I would incinerate. I looked up at Zayne, his dark eyes watching me, a hint of amusement evident, before he blanketed his features, the mask firmly back in place. Opening my mouth, not sure what I was going to say, but then he reached out and ran his finger so slowly over my bottom lip, the tingling sensation almost erotic. I wanted more, but then he pulled his hand away and I swallowed my moan of pleasure. He retreated and sat back down, as though nothing had happened.
“That’s not what happened, Angel. I’m teasing you.” Although he smiled, there was a distinct hardness to his tone. I blinked. Zayne had never used sexual innuendos to tease me, ever. “Trent brought you home and put you in the wrong bed. I didn’t want to wake you, so I slept on the couch.” He shoved a hand through his hair and stood.
My mind a perplexed whirlpool of emotions, I watched the play of the muscles in his back, all the way down to the waistband of his pants as he crossed the floor into the open-plan kitchen. If Trent brought me home and I was naked this morning—did we fuck? Was Zayne lying? Did that filthy fantasy in the bathroom play out last night? Two men? Two strangers sharing me? Or was it my warped mind’s need for eroticism?Shit.I’d occasionally woken up drenched in sweat and soaked panties thinking about Zayne but adding Trent to that mix was another level of depravity I didn’t know I craved. And something I planned to keep to myself.
“Are you going to the restaurant?” Zayne asked over his shoulder, dragging my gaze back to him.
Still battling his change in demeanor, I cleared my throat. “Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.” He returned to my side, his countenance, as usual cool and collected. “Eat something before you leave, okay?” I nodded. He kissed the top of my head, picked up his coffee mug, and sauntered toward his bedroom.
Staring out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked a glorious Manhattan morning, I took a bite of the bagel, my thoughts still stuck in the ‘what the fuck just happened’ moment I couldn’t quite kick. Without meaning to, I glanced at the bar on the opposite side of the large room. A tremor ran through my body at the vision Zayne’s words invoked. My panties were already soaked through from earlier, so one more dirty thought didn’t make a difference. It was evident that while Zayne might be broody and mysterious, the man beneath was fucking sexy if those words were anything to go by. I sighed, wondering if something would ever happen between us. Whatever the case, he’d always be my one constant.
