Page 57 of Henri (Confessions 5)

Bailey wasn’t the only one who noticed, either. Several other customers looked over when the front door opened, and when they caught a glimpse of the man who’d entered, they weren’t able to look away. Henri might be an expert at vanishing, but when he wanted to be seen, everyone around him paid attention.

Bailey chewed on his lower lip, both excited and nervous that Henri was there to see him.

Henri ran a hand through his hair as he made his way down the stairs in Bailey’s direction. As Bailey watched his long legs eat up the space between them, he’d never been more thankful to be seated, because what was going on below his waist was something he couldn’t seem to control.

When Henri came to a stop by the booth, he looked at the empty seat opposite Bailey and frowned, then he turned back, winked, and slid into the spot beside him.

Bailey’s jaw almost hit the table at the arrogant move, and as their legs brushed up against one another, he went to scoot over, but Henri wasn’t having any of that. He put an arm along the back of the seat and angled himself so his back was to the bar and his attention was one hundred percent on Bailey.

“Good afternoon, officer.”

Oh shit, Bailey thought, as Henri’s cologne wrapped around him and added an extra stroke to his dick for good measure. Gone was any trace of the vulnerable man he’d seen earlier, and in its place was the rebel badass that always managed to short-circuit Bailey’s brain. Add in the ridiculous amount of charm and sex appeal, and Bailey wondered how he was going to get through a meal without wanting to leave like they had the last time.

“Afternoon.”

Henri’s lips curled at the one-word response. “It hasn’t been a good one for you?”

Bailey swallowed then nodded. “It has, yes. I just— Sorry, but you look really sexy, and, um, I’m having trouble forming sentences. Give me a second.”

A wicked hot chuckle rumbled out of Henri’s throat. He leaned into the booth and trailed a finger around the back collar of Bailey’s t-shirt, and goosebumps broke out across Bailey’s skin, making him shiver.

“Take as much time as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

The teasing glint in Henri’s eyes was reflective of their conversation that morning, and that small reassurance had Bailey shifting in his seat to get a better look at Henri. “So you found the place okay?”

Henri nodded and then looked around. “I did. Interesting name. Wonder where it came from?”

“I don’t know,” Bailey said, and when Henri's fingers stroked up the back of his neck, he leaned into the touch. “Is it bad that I really don’t care right now?”

Henri trailed his finger back down to flirt with Bailey’s collar, then he flexed his hand over Bailey’s shoulder and tugged him in close. “No. I don’t care either. I just figured I should say something or I’d end up attacking you right here. You’re looking real good, Bailey. This blue brings out your eyes.”

Bailey’s lips parted, and he wondered how much convincing it would take to have Henri do what he’d just said, because he would just about sell his soul to feel Henri’s mouth against his.

But just as he was about to say that, their waiter came up, and when Bailey raised his eyes to look over Henri’s shoulder, they close to fell out of his head when they landed on Robbie Thornton-Priestley.

Chapter Twenty-Two

CONFESSION

Who knew it would take a cop to get a priest out of my mind?

AS HENRI’S EYES roamed over the tight blue shirt that molded to Bailey’s arms and chest, he thought it would be a minor miracle if they actually managed to make it further along on this date than they had on their first.

From the moment Henri sat down, Bailey had been eyeing him like he was the best fucking thing he’d ever seen. Then Henri had put his hands on Bailey—just the slightest touch—and he had responded as though his body had been craving his touch since the last time it’d gotten it.

Hell, at the rate they were going, it just might turn out to be safer cooking meals from one of their homes, because sitting in public next to his cop was becoming a serious hazard to Henri’s health.

His heart raced, his cock throbbed, and he developed a serious case of overheating to the point where he wanted to strip out of all of his clothes. Judging by the way Bailey was looking at him, he was suffering from the same affliction.

It was that raw, honest sexual chemistry they seemed to have that kept pulling them back together, and the more time Henri spent with Bailey, the less he wanted to leave.

Just as he was about to lean in and see if Bailey tasted as good as his memory wanted him to believe, Bailey’s eyes shifted and widened.

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