bottle in the recycle bin.
“Work things out with her. Show her I’m not backing down or going away.” Dale stood. “Let’s go and check out the guy your woman is with.”
Trey looked down at his jeans. “We’re going to need to put on our Sunday best.”
Twenty minutes later they were out of his house and heading in the direction of the French restaurant.
The maître d’ let them inside, and Trey ordered a beer while Dale ordered a soda.
“It must suck being the designated driver,” Trey said, smiling.
When the bartender told him the cost of the drink, Trey almost spit out the beer.
Dale smirked. They paid for their drinks, taking a seat.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to make sure this drink lasts me all evening,” Dale said.
It was another kick to the balls letting Trey know how unsuitable he was for June. She was used to this world of luxury while he gulped at the prices.
Taking a deep breath he searched the room looking for his woman.
“Can you see her?”
“I’m looking.”
“Okay, I’m scared to look at the price of some nuts or snacks. After we’re done here I want to get a burger. A burger that doesn’t cost me the earth and fills me up.”
“You were the one who wanted to come.”
“I know. I didn’t think I’d be broke because of it.”
“This is June’s world. I need to know who my competitor is,” Trey said, spotting June. He had a clear view of the table and the guy sat opposite her. Martin, he remembered the name from June telling him. The bastard was sat, munching his way through the French food. His lips were constantly moving.
Trey saw her moving the food around her plate. She hated French food. There was a grimace on her face as she listened and an occasional nod of her head.
He kept staring at her, and before long she was looking in his direction.
“She’s seen me,” he said.
“Goody.”
A new glow settled inside her. He saw it and knew he was the cause.
They were talking about something, and he wished he knew what the other guy was saying.
“I’m bored,” Dale said.
“She’s coming here. Please, pretend to be surprised.”
Trey wrapped his fingers around his glass trying to hold on for dear life.
“Hello, Trey,” she said. He watched her turn to Dale and said the same to him. The desire to reach out and touch her was intense. He held the feelings at bay as she ordered another water. She didn’t need to leave the table for that.
Had she come on purpose to speak to him?
“Dale knows about us,” Trey said.
He expected some outburst or sharp tongue lashing from her. Instead, she smiled. “Molly knows as well. I also know about Dale and Molly.”
“How’s the food?” he asked, not wanting the moment to go.
“Disgusting and the company is awful. Wish me luck , and I’ll see you later.” She touched his arm, moving away as she did.
“She likes you,” Dale said.
“Shut up.” Trey felt like a high school kid again.
“I’m not joking, man. She likes you.”
Smiling, Trey stared at her ass, watching her sit down with the asshole. Good, now all he needed to do was get her to love him.
****
“Who’s the guy?” Martin asked the instant she sat down.
“Someone I know.”
“He looks totally out of place.”
She gripped her thighs, sinking the nails into the flesh. For the last hour she had listened to him speak. All the time she couldn’t stop thinking about Trey. He’d done a number on her, and it was only supposed to be about sex with them. She couldn’t handle anything else.
Picking her fork up, she moved the meal around her plate. She really hated the food. Martin was digging into his meal.
“I can’t believe you know that man. He’s not from a good family. Look at the way he slouches and sits. He’s a fake.”
Biting her lip she tried to ignore him.
“His friend looks the same. He keeps looking over here, but you’re taken. I was thinking we could visit the Greek restaurant in the city tomorrow
“Work things out with her. Show her I’m not backing down or going away.” Dale stood. “Let’s go and check out the guy your woman is with.”
Trey looked down at his jeans. “We’re going to need to put on our Sunday best.”
Twenty minutes later they were out of his house and heading in the direction of the French restaurant.
The maître d’ let them inside, and Trey ordered a beer while Dale ordered a soda.
“It must suck being the designated driver,” Trey said, smiling.
When the bartender told him the cost of the drink, Trey almost spit out the beer.
Dale smirked. They paid for their drinks, taking a seat.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to make sure this drink lasts me all evening,” Dale said.
It was another kick to the balls letting Trey know how unsuitable he was for June. She was used to this world of luxury while he gulped at the prices.
Taking a deep breath he searched the room looking for his woman.
“Can you see her?”
“I’m looking.”
“Okay, I’m scared to look at the price of some nuts or snacks. After we’re done here I want to get a burger. A burger that doesn’t cost me the earth and fills me up.”
“You were the one who wanted to come.”
“I know. I didn’t think I’d be broke because of it.”
“This is June’s world. I need to know who my competitor is,” Trey said, spotting June. He had a clear view of the table and the guy sat opposite her. Martin, he remembered the name from June telling him. The bastard was sat, munching his way through the French food. His lips were constantly moving.
Trey saw her moving the food around her plate. She hated French food. There was a grimace on her face as she listened and an occasional nod of her head.
He kept staring at her, and before long she was looking in his direction.
“She’s seen me,” he said.
“Goody.”
A new glow settled inside her. He saw it and knew he was the cause.
They were talking about something, and he wished he knew what the other guy was saying.
“I’m bored,” Dale said.
“She’s coming here. Please, pretend to be surprised.”
Trey wrapped his fingers around his glass trying to hold on for dear life.
“Hello, Trey,” she said. He watched her turn to Dale and said the same to him. The desire to reach out and touch her was intense. He held the feelings at bay as she ordered another water. She didn’t need to leave the table for that.
Had she come on purpose to speak to him?
“Dale knows about us,” Trey said.
He expected some outburst or sharp tongue lashing from her. Instead, she smiled. “Molly knows as well. I also know about Dale and Molly.”
“How’s the food?” he asked, not wanting the moment to go.
“Disgusting and the company is awful. Wish me luck , and I’ll see you later.” She touched his arm, moving away as she did.
“She likes you,” Dale said.
“Shut up.” Trey felt like a high school kid again.
“I’m not joking, man. She likes you.”
Smiling, Trey stared at her ass, watching her sit down with the asshole. Good, now all he needed to do was get her to love him.
****
“Who’s the guy?” Martin asked the instant she sat down.
“Someone I know.”
“He looks totally out of place.”
She gripped her thighs, sinking the nails into the flesh. For the last hour she had listened to him speak. All the time she couldn’t stop thinking about Trey. He’d done a number on her, and it was only supposed to be about sex with them. She couldn’t handle anything else.
Picking her fork up, she moved the meal around her plate. She really hated the food. Martin was digging into his meal.
“I can’t believe you know that man. He’s not from a good family. Look at the way he slouches and sits. He’s a fake.”
Biting her lip she tried to ignore him.
“His friend looks the same. He keeps looking over here, but you’re taken. I was thinking we could visit the Greek restaurant in the city tomorrow
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