Page 53 of Possessive Park Avenue Prince

“Don’t know.”

Another awkward silence passed, and I figured it was time to put Trevor out of his misery. And continue #OperationTortureDaire, of course.

I spritzed a little cologne on my wrists and behind my ears and then swung my door open wide. “Trevor, you’re looking gorgeous tonight.”

Both men whirled in my direction, and while Trevor’s eyes brightened when he saw me, Daire’s only narrowed.

Ignoring the grouchy one for the man actually smiling, I greeted Trevor with a kiss to his cheek that I let linger a little longer than usual.

“Well, hey there.” When he gave my waist a squeeze, I leaned into it, rubbing against him. “You look…amazing.”

“Thank you. Good enough to eat?”

“Definitely.”

I could feel the glower coming from Daire’s direction like laser beams. I knew how antagonistic I was being, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and my patience was at the end of its rope.

Running my hand down Trevor’s chest, I fingered the buttons of his collared shirt. “So where are we heading off to?”

“I got us a reservation at Neon Fig. It’s supposed to be impossible to get, but all I had to do was say my name, and…” He snapped his fingers and grinned proudly.

I’d been there more times than I could count, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. “Impressive,” I said, dropping my hand to tease at his belt. I could’ve sworn I heard a growl come from behind me, and I tried to suppress a satisfied grin.

“And get this.” Trevor reached into his pocket and held up a key. His excitement was palpable. “I got a new ride this week. A badass Aston Martin Vanquish. Holy shit, it’s so smooth, it’s like a lightweight rocket. Zero to sixty in three-point-six seconds and up to two hundred miles per hour. I’ve got a friend in the NYPD who gives me a heads-up where to take it for a spin. I’ll give him a call tonight and see where we can go.”

My smile dimmed a little, but I forced it back into place. Great. The guy was obsessing over his car more than me. That wasn’t part of my plan. “Nice.”

“Right?” Trevor said, turning toward Daire. “Isn’t that awesome?”

With a blank expression on his face, Daire deadpanned, “So fucking awesome.”

My date wasn’t catching on to the disinterest, however. “It’s only a two-seater, but I can always take you for a ride another time?—”

“He’s not interested,” I said, reaching up to turn Trevor’s face back to mine. “But I am. I’d love to be taken for aride.”

“Then it’s a good thing I made sure we had enough time to drive around before we have to be there,” Trevor said, and Daire snorted.

Good lord, Trevor was not picking up what I was putting down. I needed him to get on board and flirt back, for God’s sake.

“Isn’t that adorable,” Daire said, amusement lacing his voice. “A little chauffeur action and sharing pasta on a date.”

Smartass. He might’ve been giving remarks in jest, but I had a feeling that, underneath it, this exchange was rubbing him wrong.

Good.

“Adorableisn’t the word I’d use.Sexyis.” Pushing my luck, I lowered my arm behind Trevor, running my hand over the curve of his ass as I glanced back at Daire.

If he was bothered at all, he was doing a helluva job not showing it. He raised a brow as if to say,Is that all?

What a liar. He wanted me, I knew it, and once this door shut, he’d probably pace the room or bust out the alcohol until I got home. I’d have to make sure to drag this out to wind him up even more.

“Ready to ride?” Trevor asked, and I tried not to cringe. The attractive actor had nosedived quickly in my mind into someone overeager and car-crazy, and that wasn’t what got my rocks off.

But Daire didn’t need to know that.

“Hard and fast, right?” I grinned at Trevor as he took my hand, and then looked over my shoulder to wink at Daire. “Don’t wait up.”

“I WAS LOOKING at a Lamborghini Gallardo or Aventador too, but everyone in Hollywood has one of those. Here too.” Trevor stopped only to take a sip of his soda before continuing. “There are a few with Aston Martins, but not many have a Vanquish.”

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