Page 56 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
He rolled his eyes at me. “Remember how you said you were going to put yourself out there, trust the universe, see what happens?”
I didn’t like where this was going. “Okaaaaaay . . .”
Tristan sighed like I was a challenging child, then his shoulders and hands dropped at the same time. “Sam’s here.”
“What the fuck?!”
I didn’t know I’d spoken that aloud—or shouted it, based on how both Tristan and Henry took a step backward—until I saw several people turn to us. I instantly flushed red, and I was thankful for the dim lighting in here.
Tristan grabbed the replacement drink Henry had set on the bar for him, smiled his gratitude in the direction of the silver fox in every sense of the word, and led me toward the large booth Henry kept reserved for us on our Tuesday club nights. “Come on.”
Still holding my drink, I let Tristan pull me by the arm around the throng of gay men on the dance floor and to our booth. But when we got there, I froze.
“Sam?”
That infuriatingly attractive man’s eyes flashed to mine at his name, and the other guys sitting around the table—Nate, Anson, Ethan, and even Zander and Joey who almost never got the chance to stop by—instantly stopped talking. If it weren’t for the dance music pulsing and the other conversations surrounding us, the silence would’ve been deafening.
Ethan spoke up from beside the man I hated that I was attracted to. “Cameron, what’s wrong? How do you know Sam?”
I blinked, not registering his questions. Meeting Sam once, where he was a fan of mine, was a coincidence. Seeing him twicewas suspicious. But no way would we “happen” to meet for a third time. He was definitely stalking me, and I was about to let him have it.
My voice came out dangerously even. “Sam, can I talk to you, please?”
Probably because he understood my tone, Tris stepped in front of me, blocking Sam and the rest of the guys from my view and putting his hand on my chest. “Cameron, hold on a second.”
“No, Tris. Sam and I are going to talk this out.”
Ethan stood then, stepping next to Tristan. “Cameron, you look like you’re about to murder someone. What’s going on?”
I glared at him. “Sam and I just need to discuss something in the back hallway. Please. Move.”
Ethan stared back for a few seconds, clearly assessing my mood, then took half a step back, raising his hands in surrender. He glanced at Tristan, and my gaze flew to my best friend. Tristan sighed then backed off as well.
“Just don’t kill him, Cameron. He didn’t do anything.”
“We’ll just see about that.” I stepped around both of them, moving to stand in front of the booth where Sam was just staring at all of us with wide eyes. “Can I speak with you, please?”
My voice was more calm than I’d thought possible, and I inwardly patted myself on the back.
To his credit, Sam moved to slide out of the booth, but his movements were tentative and unsure. I didn’t blame him—I’d be worried, too.
“Look, I didn’t mean—”
“Let’s talk in the hall.”
He stood to his full height now, just a few inches taller than me, and simply nodded. I turned on my heels and headed toward the restrooms. If he knew what was good for him, he’d follow.
I stalked down the hallway past the restrooms and into a small alcove with a door marked “Management.” No one would disturb us here.
I whipped around when I got to the dead end, eyes flashing and anger flaring. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Sam stumbled backward at my verbal lashing. His hands shot up between us. “Whoa, what the hell did I do?”
I took a single step forward, and he flinched. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was overreacting, but that wasn’t registering enough to deter me from my current course. “You’re stalking me—I knew it! First at the coffee shop, then yoga, then here, at my fucking kink club meeting! What the hell, Sam? How are you here? What are you after? What is your endgame?”
Sam’s eyes flashed, and he stood tall, finally standing up for himself. God, that was so hot, and I loathed myself for thinking so. “Look, Cameron, I don’t know what your deal is, but how the hell was I supposed to know you attended these meetups?”
His words made me freeze, and I stumbled slightly. He was right.
