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“Jesus fucking Christ, Killian,” Triston mutters as he turns back to Chloe, apparently ignoring me. “I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart.”
I let out a half growl at the wordsweetheart. “Triston,” I push out through clenched teeth. “Watch your fucking tongue.”
All my brothers stare at me then. I’m not sure why. I’m being my normal prickish self.
“My name is Chloe Baros,” she answers Triston. “And I won’t take up any more of your time.” She steps up on tiptoe to glare at me over Triston’s shoulder. “It isn’t polite.”
Rush actually smiles as she takes my coffee and walks back to her table, the brightly patterned fitted dress doing an excellent job of highlighting just how amazing her ass is. And now that I’ve pointed it out, all my brothers are looking.
“If she wants me to leave her alone, she shouldn’t wear a dress like that,” I say to no one in particular.
“Killian,” Gris thumps my shoulder. “Tell me you’re not stalking a college coed.”
“I’m not stalking a college coed,” I say even as Chloe takes a sip of my coffee. It fills me with satisfaction, seeing her drink from the cup I gave her. Maybe she’s not wrong. This is getting kind of fucked up. I want to feed her?
“Fucking hell, Killian. Did you really follow her home?” This from Ryker.
“It was late and a bad neighborhood.” I don’t go so far as to lie and say I did it for her benefit, but I’m painting a picture and I hope they follow the breadcrumbs on their own.
“What did you take from her?” Rush asks, returning to his seat.
“Not a thing.” And that’s the truth. Mostly.
“Tell me what happened,” Triston says in a voice that has dropped to a whisper. “I need to know how bad this is.”
“No.”
“Tell me so I know how much money I need to float her so that she doesn’t sue you.”
“You and your lawsuits,” I mumble. “Nothing happened.” It’s none of Triston’s business.
“Where did you meet her?” Ryker asks.
“The piano bar,” Gris answers. “He’s been hanging out there nearly every night.”
I’m surprised he put that together, but he is a smart guy. I’ll give him that. “She waits tables there.”
“So Killian has finally caught feelings. I’ve been afraid of this day for a long time.” Ryker takes a sip of coffee to hide his frown, his carefree look from earlier gone. I’m not sure why everyone is making such a big deal out of this. It’s none of their business.
“I don’t have feelings,” I spit back. “I just want…” I look over at Chloe. I want to cum on every inch of her skin.
“That’s good because whatever you did last night, she doesn’t want anything from you other than for you to be gone.”
Maybe.
Then again, I felt her orgasm. I barely touched her, and she exploded under my hand. She might want a bit more from me than she’s willing to admit.
I intend to find out.
CHAPTERFIVE
Chloe
I’m notsurprised to find Killian in his dark corner table when I arrive at work.
Nor am I shocked when he requests me for his waitress. Part of me knows I should stay far away from Killian Smith.
Lord Killian Smith. I mean, seriously…he’s aristocracy?