Page 79 of Accidental Theirs
Who knows how this will go? I may need to call them back over for moral support.
I take the deepest breath as I get into my car and head toward Bullhorns.
When I arrive, Damien’s standing with his broad back pressed against the brick.
Jesus, he’s built.
I remember bracing my hands on that firm chest, watching his abdomen contract while…
No.
I can’t think like that right now. I’m mad at him.
How could he hide this from me? I thought we were friends, even though he’s always held me at arm’s length.
The hurt threatens to creep in and erase the anger, but I won’t let it. Bypassing the valet, I park and walk up to him, keeping my head high.
He gives me that slow half-smile of his, his eyes flicking down my body and back up to my face.
“You look incredible.”
He’s dressed more casually than usual, just a white button-up shirt and a pair of gray slacks that hug his thick thighs.
“Thank you.” I know my tone is terse, but I can’t seem to help it.
His smile fades just slightly, his eyes searching my face.
“Is everything all right?”
“Fine. Let’s eat.”
I am actually starving, and a bloody steak sounds really good right now.
If this night is going to end badly, I at least want to get a meal out of it.
I walk inside without waiting for him to open the door for me, tugging it open myself, knowing he’ll follow. Dreading the moment we have to sit and face each other without further distractions.
Let’s see how this goes.
Chapter Seventeen
DAMIEN
Something’s up with Olivia,and it’s making me nervous. Not that I wasn’t already. My palms have been sweating since the moment she got out of her car.
I don’t know if it's just me or if she’s gotten hotter since the last time I saw her—which was literally this morning.
But this morning, she wasn’t wearing a blouse that shows off the mounds of her creamy white breasts.
I’ve always been a breast man, even though I don’t mind what size. Hers seem bigger, somehow, but I’m probably just smitten.
Then again, I’ve been smitten for years.
But it’s not her body that’s making me nervous, it's the look on her face.
She hasn’t smiled at me even once, and that’s unusual. Besides, everything she says to me is abrupt.
“Are you… upset with me?” I ask after we order drinks—a Shirley Temple for her and a beer for me.
