He heard the locks so he was looking at me when I did.
I was lamenting the fact that when we had the chance to hook up, he usually had time to get home and change. That meant I didn’t get him in suits very often. Like now, he was wearing a lightweight white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and faded jeans.
It wasn’t a suit I could peel off him, but those everyday items of apparel looked better on him than any other man could pull off, so I wasn’t quibbling.
I tipped my head back, smiled at him, leaned in and fisted a hand in his shirt. Then I pulled him in my apartment.
He kicked the door closed as I moved into him, my hand sliding up, my mouth aiming for his.
But he surprised me by putting a hand to my waist and holding on there even as he set me slightly back. He twisted and flipped the light switch.
I blinked at the sudden brightness and caught his eyes.
Then I smiled.
Yeah. Ren was visual. Whatever he had planned, he wanted to watch. And to be able to watch, he had to see.
It was always good, but I was thinking tonight was going to be better.
I leaned in and got up on my toes.
When my mouth was almost on his, Ren’s head moved back an inch and his other hand curled firm at the side of my neck, holding me warm but steadily away from him.
What the f**k?
“Zano—”
“That night,” he said, his eyes looking into mine in a weird way that felt intense and probing. “What were you doin’ at Club?”
My head gave a little confused shake and I asked, “What?”
“That night I apologized,” he gave me more info and I, unusually belatedly, sensed the danger and my body stiffened. His hand at my waist wrapped around it to hold me to him as his fingers at my neck dug in as he kept talking. “What were you doin’ at Club?”
“Why are you asking this?” I queried.
“Why aren’t you answering?” he returned.
My brows drew together. “Because it’s none of your business.”
He ignored that and tried a different tactic.
“Were you with a man?”
“No.”
“A friend?”
“No, Zano,” I snapped. “Why does it matter?”
“’Cause you weren’t with anybody. You stayed a few minutes after I left you, took off to the bathrooms and never came back. I know. I watched for you.”
He watched for me.
Nice.
“But you disappeared,” he finished.
“So?”