Page 93 of Forever Yours

“Really good. I only had one client today.”

He served me first, then himself.

I debated whether to tell him it was David and chose to just get it out there. I’d rather he heard it from me than from Jayson.

“It was David.”

Julien’s pewter eyes reflected the flickering flame of the candle he’d placed on the table.

“You’re training David?”

“He asked for me.” I blew on a forkful of beef and carrots, praying that what I said next wouldn’t ruin this lovely dinner he’d slaved over. “I need to tell you something.”

He put his fork down and steepled his hands together.

“Please don’t get mad,” I added.

His eyebrows arched high. “Why would I get mad?”

Delaying the inevitable, I tucked into my food, humming in happiness at the explosion of flavor.

“Babe, this is incredible. It tastes just like Ruby’s. You really made this from scratch?”

He’d been in class and had practice. When did he find the time?

“Slow cooker, then I popped it in the oven to slow broil for an hour. Why would I get mad?”

I guzzled the entire bottle of water. Big mistake. The carbonated bubbles popped and fizzled in my stomach, giving me a stomachache.

“David maybe said some stuff, and I maybe told him that we could only be friends.”

I jumped out of my chair and practically ran to the refrigerator to get something else to drink. Finding the cans of soda, I grabbed one.

As soon as I shut the fridge door, my back was pushed against it, Julien at my front. He caged me in with his arms, and my pulse point went crazy. His dominant, aggressive side always turned me on.

“What exactly did David say?”

Dear god, Julien was sexy. I licked my lips, and those moonlight eyes dropped to my mouth, tracing the path.

“Elijah.” He took the can from my grasp and set it on the countertop.

“What did he say exactly?” I parroted.

He nodded. I moaned when he swiveled his hips, the friction against my dicksogood.

“Can I paraphrase?” I asked breathlessly.

His teeth sunk into the tendon of my neck, and I moaned again. Louder. Taking his waist in my hands, I pulled him closer. His body heat scorched me like a brand.

“He, um… he asked me how serious we were. I told him very. He said he liked me—”

I didn’t get to finish because Julien’s heated kiss stole my words. And the oxygen from my lungs. And any coherent thought I had left.

“Do I need to be worried about him?”

“I don’t think so.”

David had seemed cool about things after we talked.

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