Heart Beats (Joker's Sin #3) - Davidson King Page 0,15
soon.” Betty put the drinks in front of us, and Ledger and I thanked her. There was this thread, pulling me toward him, wrapping me around his whole being, and I wished the diner were empty, and I could see what he’d do if I jumped the table and ravished him.
“We should do more hanging out for no reason,” Ledger said and wrapped his plump lips around his straw and sucked…He was the devil.
“Uhh…” Smooth, Shane. “Yeah.”
We didn’t say much after that, but I knew he felt the electricity between us. He’d chuckle for no reason and whenever he looked up, his gaze homed in on my mouth, and he’d lick his lips. By the time Betty came with our food, I was grateful to have the reprieve. I needed to calm myself, or I’d be walking out of here with a hard-on and no doubt a few laughs.
When the bill came, Ledger scooped it up before I had a chance to grab it. “Maybe we go dutch?” I asked.
“Nope. I asked you out for lunch.” He smiled and threw some bills on the table.
“That would imply a date.” I was testing the waters, trying to get a feel for what Ledger wanted. He had asked me here to talk but we hadn’t really talked much at all, just eye-fucked each other.
“Would that be so bad? A date…with me?” He cocked his head; the so-sure look on his face would be obnoxious on anyone else, but on him, it was fucking hot.
“No, it wouldn’t be so bad at all.”
He stood and I followed him out. “I was thinking,” Ledger spoke as he held the door open for me, “maybe you’d like to come to my place, and we can drive in to work together later?”
I wasn’t sure if that invite meant he wanted me to come back to his place for sex or if he wanted to just talk and get to know me better. I was fine with either.
“Yeah, I have a Joker’s Sin shirt at work, and these pants are fine. It’s not a themed night, so that sounds fun.”
If it was a themed night at Joker’s Sin, that would be a whole different ballgame. Atlas liked to change things up there. It kept the place vibrant and new. We’d had Women of Rock night, 80s Night, Leather Night…so many.
“Great. You took the bus, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Perfect, then. Right this way.”
I followed Ledger to his car. I’d been so nervous when Ledger drove me home from the con that I didn’t take the opportunity to admire it. I wasn’t very knowledgeable about cars but like art, I knew what I liked, and I loved the luxurious and spacious nature of Ledger’s deep-blue Infiniti SUV. Ledger liked to bring his own equipment to places, whenever he did go, so having a big car wasn’t surprising. Owning a car wasn’t something I’d ever considered since taking the bus was no big deal for me, but if I ever did, it would probably be something like Ledger’s.
He played music as we drove—no surprise there—but it wasn’t as loud as when we drove back from the con, which meant if I wanted to say something, I could.
“So, what made you decide on the name ‘DJ Edge’?”
The side of his mouth quirked. “My name is Ledger, and Edge worked real well. I got lucky there.”
Duh. Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m an idiot. “Yeah, makes sense.” I turned to face the passenger window and rolled my eyes.
When we pulled up to Ledger’s place, a delivery truck was leaving, and a huge box was by his front door.
“Order new equipment?” I asked as he shut the car off, not entering the garage.
“Nope.” I followed as he got out and walked over to the box.
“Your last name is Campos, huh, I didn’t know that,” I commented as I read the label on the package.
He chuckled. “I didn’t know yours was Reeves until the con, which is shitty of me since I was at your interview.”
“Little details. So, is it heavy?”
Ledger lifted it without a problem. “It’s light.” He tossed me his keys. “Can you open the door, though? It’s bulky. Red key.”
I opened the door and moved out of the way. After I shut and locked it, I went ahead of him to the elevator.
“I’m curious what it is,” Ledger wondered aloud as we took the elevator up to his third floor.
“Maybe a gift from family?” I didn’t know about his family life, but when he scoffed, I