I shivered and jammed a piece of sushi into my mouth.
“I need this shirt cleaned,” Cole said. He looked at his watch. “And I think we’re done here for tonight.”
“We are?” I asked, my mouth full of sushi.
He nodded. “I have somewhere to go right now.”
I looked at my phone and realized it was exactly eight o’clock. The time I was supposed to be meeting up with Cam.
I wondered if somehow Cole knew about Cam and did this on purpose…
I had ranted a little about having a date, but it seemed weird that maybe he knew the exact time…
“Cole,” I said. “I never asked about Mr. Buttlicker.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “If he calls, put him through.”
“He told me I have a fuckable voice.”
Cole curled his lip. “It’s my brother. Don’t play into his games.”
“You have a brother?” I asked.
“Goodnight, Maya,” he said. “Don’t confuse what we’re doing here. You’re going to take that sushi home. You’re going to get my shirt cleaned. I’ll see you in the morning. As for me, I’m going to meet up with a woman who doesn’t wear a blanket as a shirt. And I’m going to have a great fucking night. Understand?”
I looked at my clothes. “Okay.”
“Make sure you clean this all up, so it doesn’t smell by morning,” Cole said.
He turned and walked away.
He was gorgeous from behind. Just like from the front.
The problem with Cole was that he was born with a mouth and a voice.
I grabbed my phone, temped to text Cam.
But it was too late.
Cole really knew how to ruin everything.
Chapter Six
Cole
I walked into the bar just after nine.
I opened my arms and smiled. “Did you miss me?”
“Where the fuck have you been?” Jackson growled as he pushed away from the bar.
Liam slammed his hand to Jackson’s back and grinned. “Come on, Jackson, give the guy a break. He’s the big boss now. He’s higher up than us. He’s richer than us. He’s got more to do.”
“I left Callie in bed, naked, so I could have a drink with you assholes,” Jackson said.
“You left a naked woman behind for me?” I asked. “Oh, man, I’m touched.”
“I’m not touched,” Jackson said. “My dick is aching for Callie’s sweet, sweet slit.”
“And the poetic genius is here again,” Liam said.
“Like you should talk,” Jackson said. “What the fuck are you doing skateboarding in the park like some twenty-year-old in art school thinking he’s going to change the world?”
Liam laughed. “Em likes seeing me like that.”
“You mean she secretly wants a younger guy,” I said. “That’s dangerous, Liam.”
“I think Em and I have had our time of danger already,” he said with a wink.
“So, where’s my drink?” I asked.
“I drank it,” Jackson said. “And the second.”
Liam held up four fingers and nodded.
“Hitting it hard tonight?” I asked.
“I hope to get home soon and get Callie… hard… hitting… not like…”
“We know what you mean,” I said. “Where’s Lincoln?”
Jackson pointed.
My eyes followed and I saw Lincoln standing at a high-top table with two women staring at him with fuck me eyes.
“Two blondes, one Lincoln,” I said.
“That’s his dream,” Jackson said.
“He’s still got it,” Liam said.
“And you two are locked down,” I said. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“About Callie’s sweet, sweet slit,” Jackson said. “I already told you that.”
I laughed.
“Don’t laugh,” Jackson said. “Liam is dreaming of Emily’s hot, hot hole.”
“Hot, hot hole?” Liam asked. “Don’t ever call Emily’s… hole… a hole again.”
They argued and I watched Lincoln work his magic.
I half considered going over to the table to step on his toes, but I stayed put. He deserved it. The guy was stuck right in the middle of his brother’s