Secret Moves(7)

Kris wasn't surprised that Trey and Dylan lived close together. The two of them, together with their other best friend Adam Craig, owned a software development firm. Ari had previously mentioned they were commissioned by big companies to create mobile apps for their businesses. They also developed games apps for mobile devices.

She wondered what Trey's apartment was like. Dylan had a view of Sydney Harbour and its famous bridge from his balcony. It was one of her favourite vistas in the whole world.

Maybe Trey would invite her to his place one day…or night. She'd like that, just so she could check out what view he had from his place. And no, she wasn't thinking of what his bed looked like. Okay, maybe she was a bit curious, but seriously, how different could one bed be from another, right?





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Kris felt a zing of excitement rip through her as she spotted Trey and Adam being led by a wait staff to their table.

Gosh. Trey looked positively yummy in a button-down navy sport shirt and dark blue jeans—she just wanted to eat him.

She flushed at the unintended visual from her words, grateful for the restaurant's muted lighting. I bet it was a Freudian slip, Kristen.

She took a deep breath to cool down and put on a bright smile as the two guys approached.

Trey greeted her first.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, his fingers gently squeezing her arm.

"Hi," she managed to croak, as her heart thudded hard in her chest. Good Lord, Kris. Take a hold of yourself.

She smiled at Adam as he kissed her hello, finding the space to breathe. Funny that. There was not one iota of reaction to Adam who was just as good-looking as his friends.

The last two empty chairs were on either end of the rectangular table and Trey sat himself adjacent to her. His knee bumped hers a couple of times as he made himself comfortable. She gazed at him, convinced that he did that on purpose, but he only smiled innocently.

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Kris found herself immensely enjoying the company of the guys as dinner progressed. Even after the feast at Kane and Jasmine's wedding reception the night before, they'd ordered enough of the delectable Asian dishes to feed an army.

"Goodness, I'll need to spend hours in the gym to burn off all these calories," Ari moaned as she helped herself to more food.

"Don't worry, babe. Eat all you want. I'll help you burn them," Dylan said with a cheeky smile.

Ari elbowed him.

"I think I'll need to hit the dance floor tonight after all this," Kris said. "Anyone want to join me?"

"I'm in!" Sam said.

Ari gave Dylan a hopeful, pleading look.

"Okay, count us in," Dylan said with a chuckle.

"Should be fun. I'll go with you guys," Adam quipped.

"Yeah, I'll join you, too," Trey said nonchalantly.

"On the dance floor?" Adam asked with a snicker.

"I'm not about to go home while you guys continue to have fun," Trey answered.

"You'll join us on the dance floor?" Adam repeated. "For the second night in a row?"

"No. I'm going to enjoy the atmosphere and the company. But I'll just sit and watch you guys dance, thank you."

"You don't like dancing, Trey?" Sam asked.

Dylan chortled. "The last time I've seen Trey dance—apart from last night, that is—was when we were seventeen. That would be fifteen years ago, now."

"Really?" Sam asked, looking at Trey. "I'm assuming Kris dragged you to the dance floor last night, then? She's got a reputation for managing to coax even the most reluctant person to shake their booty."

"Does she now?" Trey asked wryly, glancing at Kris. "I'm not surprised."

"Hey, Kris can teach you a step or two. She was great at teaching us that bridal dance," Dylan said.

Trey took a deep breath. "No. Not tonight."

"We'll make sure you have fun anyway, Trey," Kris said to him with a sweet smile.

Trey narrowed his eyes at her, but she could tell he was trying to stifle a smile. He bumped his knee against hers again, lingering for a few seconds. Her insides clenched deliciously.

Damn her overactive libido. She resolved to find herself that fling partner pronto, otherwise she'd be in big trouble. Her reaction to Trey was getting out of hand.





CHAPTER THREE





With beer in hand, Trey made himself comfortable on the black lounge which was perfectly positioned to have a clear view of the dance floor. He didn't mind sitting by himself. He'd done it many times before. Women on the prowl usually took the opportunity to chat him up, and he'd met a few hot ones with this very strategy.

But tonight he felt…weird. He couldn't put a finger on it, except that he really hoped no one would try to engage him in conversation. He wasn't there to pick up or to get picked up.