you. You’re an enigma.” He shook his head. “I can’t figure you out.”
“You know nothing about me, and you don’t need to,” Silver growled. “I have no idea why you felt the need to come back here, unless that’s another one of your ‘things’. Getting off on slumming it, on flashing your fancy cars and money around then expecting men to fall at your feet.” Silver curled his lip. “Bet it makes you feel real good, doesn’t it? You the man.”
Donovan tensed, then averted his eyes while shaking his head. He scrubbed his face then mumbled something under his breath.
“What did you say?”
Silver couldn’t fathom why he didn’t just walk away. But while Donovan found Silver to be an enigma, the feeling was mutual for Silver. What was it about the guy that radiated sadness, that seemed to be silently begging Silver for the help only he could provide? His curiosity was piqued, yet the warning bells remained.
Donovan finally turned to Silver, but his eyes held nothing but melancholy. “Again, I apologize.” He straightened, brushing his palms down the front of his designer jacket as if putting himself to rights again. “It hasn’t been the best of days, but that’s not your problem.” He offered Silver a wistful smile. “I wasn’t being insulting when I came here. I honestly find you very attractive and…” He laughed with no mirth. “Anyway, good night.”
Silver’s gut clenched, as if letting Donovan walk out of his life would be a mistake. If he drove off, Silver would likely never see him again, probably wouldn’t know where to find him. Why he should care, he had no idea, but everything inside him screamed not to let this be the end between them.
“Hold up, Donovan.”
Donovan turned around, his brow furrowed. “What is it?”
He might be about to make a huge mistake, but Silver needed to try and understand this man a little more.
“Is that offer of a drink still on the table?”
Donovan’s lips parted and he blinked several times. After a few seconds, he gave Silver a tentative smile. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
Silver made his way past a puzzled Donovan, then right before he climbed into his Mustang, locked eyes with Donovan and said, “Third time’s the charm.”
As he sped off, Silver checked his rearview and had to chuckle. Donovan hadn’t seemed to move an inch since Silver had made his declaration. He’d leave the guy to figure out what he’d meant—and more significantly—if he wanted to act on it.
Chapter Four
Donovan checked his reflection one last time before heading out the door of his West Los Angeles condo. He’d opted for a more casual look by donning a pair of khakis instead of his usual dress slacks, in the hopes that it made him seem less stuffy to Silver.
He jogged down the stairs of his West Los Angeles condo, not in the mood to wait for the elevator. Truthfully, he could use the exercise. He sat on his ass way too much. Once he’d reached the parking garage level, Donovan made his way to his day to day business vehicle, a black Mercedes Benz S-Class.
After he’d exited the garage and turned onto Wilshire Boulevard, he made his way east. Donovan gripped the smooth leather of the steering wheel as he drove toward the diner where Silver—who had somehow become the man of his dreams—would probably be working that night. He’d wanted to call and verify that fact before getting ready and making the thirty or so minute drive to the other side of the city, but that would ruin the surprise.
The possibility that he’d be giving Silver the chance to avoid him had also entered his mind.
Once Donovan reached Western Avenue, he made his way north to Griffith Park. He pondered the surprising events of the past couple of days, and how a sexy stranger had not only managed to capture his attention, but to hold him in thrall.
The way he held me last night.
Donovan shivered. Silver had taken control, hadn’t cared about Donovan being older, richer or whatever. Instead, he’d made sure Donovan knew who was in charge. Sure, his motive had been to frighten Donovan and prove a point, but that hadn’t mattered. Donovan had never wanted a man so much in his life.
As he steered his car onto Los Feliz Boulevard, an unsettling thought wormed its way into his lewd fantasies of Silver. Having a regular thing was out of the question. Not that Silver came across as wanting Donovan for more than