Page 53 of Lovers Fate

“You know where I work. You could have shown up there.” I want to know why it’s taken him this long to find me.

“Why would I show up there? Then you’ll think I want to fuck you for money,” he mocks.

“What do you want?” I ask, getting annoyed.

His eyes smolder, hinting to me exactly what he wants. What he wants me to agree to.

He tears his gaze away and continues to peruse the menu. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”

I pick up the tablet to scroll through the menu to act like I’m doing something, placing my phone on the table, already knowing what I want. I usually order a cup of coffee and a muffin. I got used to eating light and saving every dollar I madefor a car and apartment by ordering the same thing almost every morning.

“What am I thinking?” I challenge putting the tablet down and taking the opportunity to check him out.

He’s wearing a leather jacket with a white T-shirt that does nothing to hide his inked muscles. I swear the man gets better looking every time I see him. His complexion is perfect. White skin, dark-framed lashes, sharp cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw. All the ways to slice a girl’s heart open.

“It doesn’t matter what you’re thinking because the truth is, I want to get to know you.”

“So you want to be friends?”

He chuckles, and my palms sweat on the vinyl surface adjacent to my thighs, causing my hands to become slippery as he licks his lips, eager to feel them against mine.

I’ve never kissed a man, but I wouldn’t mind him being my first.

“I think we’re past being friends.”

“Then what are we?”

“I’m trying to figure that out,” he says honestly. “I’ve never met someone like you.”

“Like me? I ask, surprised.

“Yes. I find you intriguing.”

“You find me attractive because I work at a strip club.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, changing the subject.

“No, but I think it’s a little too late to be asking me that.”

“It’s only fair that I ask you the same questions you asked me the last time we saw each other here.” Funny how he skipped our last encounter. “I’m continuing where we left off now that I know how you respond to me.”

“But I didn’t finish. Is that a good response or a bad one?”

He places the menu down and drags the tablet toward him, tapping the menu on the screen to place his order. “A goodresponse. Now you know how I feel when I watch you dance.” My inner thighs begin to sweat, wishing I wore tights, but he ruined my last pair. “And for the record, you’re a dancer, not a stripper. I haven’t seen you naked.”

“Do you want to?” I ask, lowering my voice. “Would that be a good response, Draco?” I can’t believe I’m practically throwing myself at him. Every time he’s around, a part of me I don’t recognize has me doing and saying things I normally wouldn’t.

“It’s not a question of me wanting; it’s a question of when.”

“I thought I might find you here,” a male voice interrupts. My eyes lift and see a familiar face. It’s the same guy who was in the next room on my first night at the motel. His eyes shift from Draco and then to me. “Hello,” he says.

Draco gives him a disturbing look and asks him, “What are you doing here?”

“You’re so rude, Draco. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

Draco rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “Athena, this is Kaden. Kaden, Athena. You might know her as Trix from the Church.”

Kaden slides in next to Draco. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, officially.”

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