“I didn’t see you come in. You’re becoming sneaky, Mr. Mitchell,” Amelia accused good-naturedly as she rested her hip up against the bar.
“That’s okay, hon. Tate, got me fixed up.”
Tate was still looking down at Amelia, who now turned to stare up at him.
“I’m sure he did.”
What does she mean by that?
“Yep, he knows exactly what I like,” Logan added.
Tate faced him across the bar, all the while resisting the urge to tell him to shut the hell up.
Jesus. Now I’m turning into a paranoid fucking lunatic.
Luckily, Amelia started to laugh and also turned to a grinning Logan before leaning over the bar to show off her ample cleavage. “Yes, he does, but he turned us down.”
Tate’s stare didn’t waver as Logan winked at Amelia and then raised his blue ones to him.
Is it the dark-framed glasses that make his eyes so damn blue?
“Well, that’s a shame. I’m sure we could’ve had a very good time.”
Feeling like he was in some kind of parallel universe, one where he’d gone crazy and was busy checking out the guy inviting him to a threesome, instead of the girl that would be in the middle, Tate frowned and shook his head.
“Sorry, not really my scene.”
“Ah…look, Amelia, he speaks.”
Logan’s eyes were full of dare and sex as he raised the drink to his lips again, making Tate’s temperature jump up a little higher.
Not only was Tate irked at being their inside joke, he was finding himself really wanting to shut Logan up—the same way he had earlier. And that impulse was scaring the shit out of him.
“Excuse me.” Tate glowered at Logan, who raised a questioning brow at him. “We have other customers. I’ll leave you in Amelia’s capable hands.”
Tate didn’t tack on the end that he was sure Logan was already familiar with those hands, but he sure thought it as he turned and made his way down the bar.
* * *
Logan followed Tate’s retreating back as he moved further away, and he wondered what exactly had ticked Tate off first. The fact that he’d turned up at the bar, the reminder of their earlier meeting, or Amelia’s interruption. It was too much to hope that it was the last reason, but as Logan sat there, mulling over the idea, it seemed more and more accurate.
Up until Amelia had turned up, Logan had been positive that Tate was checking him out. Oh, he’d been subtle about it, with his slow once-over, but Logan had felt him linger on his mouth, and he knew that Tate had been recalling exactly what they’d done earlier.
“So, no Tate. Sad, huh? He’s super hot.”
Logan returned his attention to Amelia, who was also staring over at Tate.
“It is sad. But hey, we tried.”
Amelia looked back to him, grinning, as she gave him a quick sexy wink. “We sure did. He’s just out of a bad relationship, so that’s probably got something to do with it too. I think I shocked him.” She giggled.
“Oh?” Logan queried, not really paying attention.
“Yeah. He seemed scandalized but didn’t want to offend me. Man, his eyes almost fell out of his head when I suggested it. Bet it would have been different if you were a chick.”
Logan could imagine Tate’s reaction to the suggestion of a threesome, and yes, he had to admit it had probably been more to do with the fact that the invite had been to a threesome with him, but he would have paid money to see it. Actually, he wanted to try his own hand at convincing the man.
“Maybe I can change his mind,” Logan mused out loud.
“You could try, but I don’t think you’ll have much luck. Want another drink?”
“Sure.”
She moved to make him one, and when she placed it in front of him, she whispered, “If he does come around, count me in.”
Logan flicked his eyes to her as his mouth pulled into a wicked grin. “Well, I actually think you’ll count us in, but that’s all in the details.”
With that, he raised his glass in a mock salute.
* * *
An hour and a half later, Tate was feeling pretty proud of himself. He’d managed to avoid dealing with Logan and was finally taking his break. Moving into the back room, he cracked his neck and grabbed his time card from the holder on the wall. Inserting it into the punch machine, he enjoyed the sound of twenty minutes of freedom as he clocked out.
Tate made his way over to the couch in the far corner and settled down onto it, resting his head back against the wall and shutting his eyes. He was content for the time being to just zone out and forget all about today.
“And here I was, thinking you couldn’t look any hotter than when you’re scowling at me.”