a single date in between.”
“It’s not like he’s a complete stranger. I’ve asked questions, we talk a lot, and Eddie did a background check on him.” I just hadn’t figured out how I felt about him as a prospective date.
Dating was hard.
Submitting was easier as long as the guy wasn’t an asshole and was trustworthy. Tristan seemed steady and smart and the dominant side of his personality just felt like it was part of him. It wasn’t a front or a façade he put on…it was just him.
“So have you talked about dating?” Jonah was back to studying me.
“Kind of.” I started pacing around the room again to avoid his stare. “I think I want to see how this side of things goes before I add any more layers.”
The sound of his laughter had me turning back to him. “I’d expect that from Austin, not you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Do not compare me to that drama queen.”
“At least he and Silas had dinner first.” Jonah grinned. “They’re going to have lots of questions this weekend.”
I groaned. “Can’t I call in sick?”
Jonah snorted. “There’s no way we’re letting you get away with that. Austin will come drag you out himself if he thinks you’re going to ditch us.”
It was a constant battle to remind myself that I liked hanging out with them. It was just that the desire to be by myself was a lot stronger sometimes.
“Fine.” Then I remembered what else we were doing on Saturday. “And we have to walk through the building, right?”
I wasn’t going to get any work done at all.
That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though. Everyone took days off and most people took the entire weekend off. There was nothing wrong with that.
“Is Tristan going to come with you?”
“Huh?” What?
Jonah chuckled. “Is Tristan coming with you to see the progress on the club? His background check was fine, so it shouldn’t be a problem with anyone.”
“Oh, I hadn’t even thought to ask.” I hadn’t remembered the plan for meeting on Saturday either. But having him around on the weekend would be nice. He hadn’t come over last weekend and even though we’d talked on the phone when he’d checked up on me, it hadn’t been the same as having him around.
I’d been bouncing back and forth all week about what to do about this weekend, but it looked like some of the decisions had been taken out of my hands. I just wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
“Well, ask.” He grinned. “And I’ll tell the guys he’s coming. But oh, might want to warn him about us hanging out too.”
Shit.
“Really?” We hadn’t even slept together yet. That seemed like a bit soon to warn him about something like that.
He snorted. “Do you really want him surprised like Simon was?”
Good point.
“Do you think someone would call him once we’re all drunk?” Simon and Shane weren’t that bad.
Jonah looked at me like I was stupid. “I think you’ll call him, moron.”
Yeah, even better point. “Fine. I’ll tell him before the weekend and I’ll see if he wants to walk around the club.”
The plans and just the general space gave me a thousand ideas for possible plots, but I wasn’t sure why the rest of the guys liked walking around the space. I could see Tristan being just generally curious, though. He liked knowing what was going on in my life.
Yeah, the more I thought about it, the more I realized he’d want to come.
I was definitely going to tell him about the club walkthrough. “Oh, do you think he’s going to have an opinion on how drunk I get?”
Laughter coming from the doorway said we had an audience. Jonah just giggled as I sighed and turned. “Hello.”
Tristan was grinning ear to ear. “I finally made myself a key since I can’t count on you getting up at a reasonable hour.”
“That’s very helpful, thank you.” And possibly a bit odd, but wait. “You said you were going to do that, didn’t you?”
He nodded, still grinning. “Yes, we talked about it earlier this week.”
“Oh.” I couldn’t be counted on remembering anything when imagination was mixed with the general level of horniness he inspired in me. “I’m glad you remembered, then.”
Jonah giggled again. “At least someone did.”
“You’re not helpful. Go home.” Jonah didn’t take offense, just kept grinning and grabbed his stuff, waving on the way out.
“Do we need to have a talk about manners?” Tristan was still grinning, so I wasn’t concerned.
“If I’m nice and