Page 110 of Wanted Beta

There’s no mixing us together.

God, I need to get laid.

I bet these guys wouldn’t look half as hot if I wasn’t desperately horny.

“Looks like the starter’s on its way,” Gio tells me, nodding.

I glance back and see Jack in that shirt with those rolled up sleeves, carrying a tray toward us.

It takes me a few seconds to not just see a beautiful guy with food coming toward me.

Guilt hits a second later when I realize I almost completely forgot what happened last night.

His crimson hair might mostly be covering his bruises, but I know they’re there.

He places my plate down and I look up at him.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

He puts Gio’s plate down and places the tray under his arm.

“Well, you’re here, so I’m feeling pretty good.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I murmur, rolling my eyes.

He’s such a flirt. It must just be in his nature.

I feel bad for assuming the worst when it felt like he was about to ask me out before.

Whether he’s just flirty or he’s actually free to date, I should have given him the benefit of the doubt. He’s a great guy. I can see that now.

“Tell her what the doctor said,” Gio prompts him. “That’s what she’s asking about.”

Jack shrugs. “It’s all superficial. Basically, it looks worse than it is.”

I look at Gio, for confirmation.

He nods. “It was a little more in depth than that, but yeah, it’s not serious.”

“I’m glad,” I admit, as I fill up with relief. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m …”

“Don’t apologize,” he cuts me off. “Never apologize for someone else’s behavior. Now, try the food so I can go back there and tell Enzo you’re singing his praises.”

Gio takes a bite and moans softly. “Mio Dio. Paradiso.”

“Noted,” Jack murmurs, his own voice soft and sultry.

I blink at him, catching the look he gives Gio.

If they’re not lovers, Jack seriously wants to be.

Jack looks at me, and I pick up my silverware.

“Is it really that good?” he asks.

I take a bite, and my tastebuds react instantly.

“Holy wow,” I murmur, as I load my fork back up.

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