Luke shrugged. “Nothing. Just whupping your ass like I promised.” Silence fell between them. “So, you screw any hot babes last night?”
Travis couldn’t miss the venom dripping from Luke’s verbal blade. He knew he had to step very carefully or he was likely to get his skull cracked on the tile of the locker room. “Why do you ask?”
Luke pinned him with a glance that let Travis know he was being laughed at. “I had brunch with Lily this morning at Fog City.”
Travis tried to look like he didn’t care. “So?”
Luke washed away the rest of the soap and turned off the faucet. Reaching for a towel, he said, “Looks like her debut as a model turned out pretty good.”
Travis put his face under the faucet so that Luke couldn’t see his expression. What would he normally say to Luke about Lily? Travis tried to get his muddled mind in gear as he turned off the water and reached for a towel.
“She didn’t fall down or anything, if that’s what you’re talking about.”
Instead of looking like he was going to punch Travis, Luke looked suspiciously like he was trying to hold back laughter. “That’s for sure,” Luke said. “Turns out Lily went home with some guy in the audience.”
Travis dragged a clean T-shirt over his head. He couldn’t tell yet if Luke knew it was him or not. He wanted to inquire without coming right out and asking, but he couldn’t think of anything better than,
“Anyone we know?”
Luke shrugged. “She didn’t have much to say about him.”
Travis spun around. “Some guy took Lily to his place for sex, and she didn’t have much to say about him?”
“She didn’t mention going to his place,” Luke observed, with a raised eyebrow.
Covering his mistake, Travis said, “Whatever. His place. Her place. She didn’t say anything to you about it?”
“Well, since you’re so curious about Lily’s sex life, I guess I can tell you that she didn’t seem that impressed with the guy.”
“What?” Travis exploded. If he continued to behave like such a moron, he was going to give himself away. As nonchalantly as possible he turned to pack up his gym bag. “Why not?”
Luke snorted. “She says the guy thought he was God’s gift to women, but”—he gave Travis a cocky half grin and lowered his voice—“she said the guy wouldn’t be able to find a clit if a million bucks rested on it.”
A growl rose up from Travis’s throat. “I’ll bet she’s lying.”
“I doubt it,” Luke said. He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. “She told me all about how she had to fake it three times before she finished herself off. The guy sounds like a major loser.”
Travis wanted to slam his fist into the wall. Had Lily faked her orgasms with him? No way.
She couldn’t have faked her explosion against his thigh. Could she?
What about when she passed out against his door? That wasn’t just to get away from him so that she could play with herself, was it?
At least when his c**k was in her he knew she had really come, he reassured himself. Then again, he was so far gone he wasn’t exactly sure what had happened. It wasn’t inconceivable that she had just clenched her muscles a few times and moaned so that he would fall asleep, and she could get away from him.
He’d never before doubted his abilities with a woman. Based on their ecstatic screams he had always been one hundred percent certain that he had left them satisfied.
But now that the doubts were stuck in his mind, there was only one way to find out if she was telling the truth. He’d have to see her again.
And this time he’d make sure she came so hard that there would be no doubt in either of their minds who was a good lover and who wasn’t.
Then he’d be done with her. Once and for all.
Chapter Four
Travis stood at the entrance to Barker’s Furniture, in the setting sun, hardly able to believe that he was about to set foot in the grubby store. As an architect who designed multimillion-dollar homes for movie stars, investment moguls, and foreign royalty, Travis had never considered working with an interior designer from the Barker’s furniture department. His clients wanted only the best, so he found them hot new furniture designers who sold plastic couches for twenty thousand dollars a pop.
He had spent half the night trying to figure out how to get near Lily again without giving away his true intentions. He didn’t want her to think he was interested in dating her. Because he wasn’t. He just needed a palatable excuse to be alone with her again. Once he was, he would pull the best orgasm in the world out of her.