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I start heading in the opposite direction, farther into the lunch crowd on the restaurant side of The Top, Jax following my lead.

Chapter Four

Olivia

“I’ve been dyingto try a Top burger forages.” I groan as the cuter than hell waitress places some menus down in front of us.

I smile, picking up the menu and scanning it even though I know I’m going to end up ordering what Summer always raves about – medium rare double cheeseburger: extra cheese, extra bacon, extra caramelized onions.

“Drinks, ladies?” The waitress asks, slipping a hand in the front of her apron to pull out a pad and pen.

“I would love a margarita,” Summer states, flashing an award-winning smile at the waitress. She nods and turns to me.

I take note of how the waitress doesn’t ask for her ID and decide to follow – testing if she’ll card me.

“Just a vodka soda for me, thanks.” I cut her a smile and she returns it, letting us know she’ll be right back and then she’s spinning towards the bar to put our order in.

“How do they serve you here?” I ask Summer, smirking at her.

She rolls her eyes, “This is Manhattan, Liv. We do what we want, and people don’t ask questions.”

I hum through flattened lips and grab the menu, putting my focus there. Definitely getting the burger. Maybe some cheese fries?

“Excuse me?” A masculine voice pulls me out of my foodie daydream, and Summer and I turn at the same time to find the owner of said voice.

And holy fucking Satan’s son, two of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen – like dirty dream hot guys – are standing two feet away from me.

Words clog my throat and I flick my eyes towards Summer for some help.

She places her menu face down, “Yes?”

The darker haired of the two speaks, “I saw you guys walk in,” He motions with a tattooed hand towards the front of the restaurant, “And, I just had to come over and introduce myself.”

Summer laughs, and I take a heavy swallow, trying to find any fucking words I can think of.

Silence falls, cloaking the tension that’s sitting in between us all like smog, and the only sounds I can focus on are the clattering from the kitchen and chit-chat from other patrons around us.

“Okay,” Summer breaks the silence, a smirk on her lips, “Introduce away,” She waves a manicured hand in his direction.

He grins, and his gaze pulls mine in like a magnet – I find myself getting lost in the blue irises of his eyes, “I’m Travis, and this is Jaxson,” He motions his other tattooed hand to his left at his blonde sidekick.

Blondie – Jaxson – speaks up, “Jax.”

I clear my throat, which is dry and sticky, but Summer speaks, “Hi, Jax,” She offers a hand to him, which he grips and shakes, his eyes scanning her face. “I’m Summer.”

I watch the imaginary electricity flow between their gazes, my eyebrows popping a little, and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up my throat.

“And you?” Satan’s son asks, placing a hand on the forearm I have rested on the table.

I’m quick to pull it back out of his grasp and he cringes a little at the movement, “Olivia.”

Summer sighs a little from across the table, watching the exchange unfold in front of her, and Travis slips his hands into the front pocket of his ripped black jeans, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so forward, I just – I don’t know. There’s something that drew me to you.”

“Damn, what a line!” My best friend laughs and I snort, flicking my eyes to hers. She shrugs when both men chuckle, Travis going a little red in the cheeks.

My eyes seek him out. I trace my gaze along the ridges of him – the sharp jawbone, the dimpled smile that begs to be traced with my fingers, the little sparkle of a stud that sits in his nostril, the tattoos peeking out from every edge of his t-shirt, tempting me to rip it off to study the work of art that is this man.

I find his eyes, blue and bright but with darker parts swirling in them too… Like he can’t decide between heaven and hell.

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