Page 13 of Lorcan's Obsession

I pouted my swollen lips at him. "I hate you right now."

"Girl, you love me to infinity. Enjoy your drink!"

Lorcan’s eyes trailed after Dom as he walked away from our table.

"He's just my friend," I blurted out.

Wait, that wasn’t what I had planned to say. I had never felt the need to inform my flings I was unattached before. What was this guy doing to me?

And Lorcan’s calm nod frustrated me more. Did he expect that? We weren’t even going to see each other after tonight, so why—

No. Fuck.

I had agreed to help him move to his new apartment tomorrow when I was overwhelmed by his godly looks. Dammit. There had to be a loophole in our deal, and I would find it. It was my job.

"You intend to finish that bottle of whiskey?" I asked.

"I do."

"Well, the deal stands if, and only if, you drink the contents in entirety without throwing up."

That was risky and possibly dangerous. I shouldn’t have suggested it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Perhaps it would persuade him to let me off the hook for the meet tomorrow.

"Deal. All I need is six hours and a ginger ale now and then."

“A bet’s a bet,” I mumbled without enthusiasm.

His white teeth dazzled in a sharp grin. Lorcan raised his glass in a toast to our evening, and I clinked against it with a lopsided smile.

"I'm glad we met, Tristen.” Lorcan’s voice flowed over my body like molten rock, warming me from the inside. “May you always be bold to take on challenges with me."

For a moment, the idea didn’t sound so bad. This man had challenged my mind and birthed the excitement of having a worthy playmate. He would have fit my no-strings lifestyle if I hadn’t felt his all-and-everything vibe. Lorcan was no quitter, and tonight was proof.

"Luck wouldn't begin to cover what you need to keep up with me, Lorcan,” I quipped. “Now, pick up your drinking pace, otherwise we'll be here until three in the morning."

"Are you desperate to get me drunk, Tristen?"

"Maybe."

His brows danced with mischief. "Are you planning on taking advantage of my inebriation?"

"First of all, we’re both drinking. We’ll both be smashed by the end of the night, and I can handle you drunk or sober. But if I was having sex with you, I’d prefer it if you were aware of every single thing I was doing to your body. I want to see your face when you know you’re hardening because of me, and delight in watching you lose control because of the things I do to you with my body.”

"Well, fuck me," he laughed, carding those long fingers through his perfect hair. “I need to know more, Tristen. Tell me about yourself."

"You first. Anything. Keep it random." I twirled an errant curl as I watched him.

"I have a two-year-old niece; her name is Lili. She has me wrapped around her tiny fingers. Your turn."

"I've never made s'mores at a campfire."

"What? How could you not?!"

"Focus, Lorcan. Statements, no explanations. Your turn."

"I had braces at seventeen."

"Impossible! How?"

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