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“Do you hate it?”
Trey jerked his head to the kitchen. Dahlia was standing behind the counter. Two foil-wrapped dishes and a salad were displayed in front of her. He’d been late, but she was trying to keep things warm. This fucking woman. Dahlia was giving him more than he deserved. She was giving him everything he didn’t know he wanted, with one exception.
He drew down his brows in a tight scowl, eyeing her body.
“Do you like it?”
Trey ground his teeth. “Everything but that.” His pointed stare had Dahlia glancing down. She may have been naked beneath the covering, but the apron was the current bane of his existence.
The corner of her mouth curled, and she grasped the edge of the apron. “Oh, this? You don’t like it?”
Trey hardened his stare.
“You want me to take it off, Trey?” His woman was taunting him. Dahlia reached behind her back and tugged at the ties. The apron loosened but still remained covering most of her.
“Dahlia.” He growled in warning.
Her tongue poked out, and she licked her bottom lip. She knew exactly what she was doing, and so did Trey. She reached for the strap around her neck and slowly lifted it, then dropped it to the floor. She was a woman of her word. She was completely bare beneath the apron. Trey didn’t hesitate. He stalked forward, grabbing her hips, pulling her against his chest, and lifting her. Dahlia’s legs wrapped around his waist, and he cupped her ass.
Dinner would have to wait.
Trey took her mouth for a deep, long kiss. Her mouth, her body pressed against him, and his skin against hers was everything he needed. This was Trey’s safe spot. He’d never had it before. Not like this. Dahlia wrapped her arms over his shoulders, tightening her hold and angling her head, tasting every inch of his mouth as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
It was too much. He jerked his head, ending the kiss. If he hadn’t, he would have taken her on the couch. Trey wasn’t opposed to it. Hell, it wouldn’t have been the first time for them. But he wanted her on their bed, spread for him.
Trey was walking them toward the hallway when his gaze caught a strange wooden sculpture next to the fireplace. Of all Dahlia’s eclectic possessions, this one had to be the strangest. Her hair brushed against his cheek, and she looked in the same direction.
“It’s a Girzebra.”
What the fuck is a Girzebra? Trey eyed the three-foot statue.
“It’s half giraffe, half zebra. A Girzebra.”
Trey tried to steel his features, but glancing around the living room, taking in Dahlia’s personal touch into his space and making it theirs, was enough to break down even his control. Trey gave in to a smile, pressed his lips to her neck, and took her to their bedroom.
This new life. With her.
It’s fucking everything.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Trey: My office. Now.
Dahlia had gotten the text when she was walking through the parking lot of the Bowery, heading in for her shift. It was rare she got any type of message from Trey unless it was a response to hers. Even then, it was a short answer with no room to extend the conversation.
Dahlia immediately texted back, asking what was wrong, but he ignored her message, not even bothering to open it. It was clear she’d done something, but after racking her brain, she couldn’t come up with anything. He’d been fine when he left the apartment hours ago. In fact, they had a usual morning of sex, breakfast, and more sex. It was a routine that Dahlia would happily keep for the rest of her life.
She glanced over at his personal entrance. Dahlia had been given the weekly code change and encouraged to use it, but she opted for the main employee entrance. After all, that was who she was on nights when she worked. Dahlia had been back about three weeks but not getting nearly as many shifts as she had before her attack. She assumed it was Trey’s idea of a compromise and easing her back in. But Dahlia had her suspicions he had an ulterior motive. She just couldn’t quite figure it out.
She walked inside, heading down the hall and passing the break room. Since her relationship with Trey was now out in the open, he insisted she leave her things in his office. He claimed it was for security purposes. She’d just passed Sloane’s office when she heard her friend call her name. Dahlia stepped backward, stopping in the doorway.
“Hi, Sloane.”
Sloane grinned, folded her arms, and rested them on the desk. Her smile was so bright it was obvious she was excited about something.
“Come in. I have an idea I want to run by you.”
An idea to run by Dahlia? If it was anything like Sloane’s last idea, Dahlia wouldn’t have any part in it. Though, she was sure she’d be able to go back to the X-Lounge, with Trey, of course. But there was no doubt Sloane’s man Blade wouldn’t allow that anytime soon.
