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I could have anyone I want. Ihavehad anyone I want. There’s nothing stopping me from texting one of the guys I know will drop trou at the snap of my fingers.

So why am I suddenly so fucking obsessed with Ethan?

Those innocent green eyes of his that hide desire.

His neatly combed blonde hair, just asking to be tousled and pulled on while I fuck him from behind…

Before I know it, my eyes are back on him, but my vision is blurry as I zone out into an animalistic fantasy.

How sweet his skin would taste in my mouth…caught between my teeth. I want to mark every inch of his body and leave not a single part of him unclaimed.

I’d crush him underneath me until he can’t breathe, his throat in my hands. Slowly losing consciousness…but I let him live.

I control whether he lives or dies, feels pain or pleasure.

“Sir, are you going to order any food?” Jenna asks, snapping me out of my head.

“No!” I hiss at her, finally looking away from Ethan.

I see my dark expression mirrored in her eyes as she flinches and her smile wavers.

“Alright. Here’s more coffee, and your bill.” Her hand is shaky as she pours my coffee and puts the receipt on the table.

“Apologies,” I say, realizing my asshole attitude isn’t making me look any less suspicious. Plus, Jenna’s just doing her job. She’s not the one playing footsie with Ethan under the table. “Long night.”

Jenna blinks at me and simply nods before walking away.

Footsie is exactly what’s happening as I look back at the table. Lena is rubbing her foot against Ethan’s ankle through his jeans.

My eyes narrow.

Ethan barely reacts to her. He’s talking, smiling, and holding her hand, but he doesn’t rub her hand or move his own foot in response to her own. He doesn’t even lean in closer across the table.

I smirk to myself. Oh, how pretty his face was in the library, flushed beet red as I touched his hand. I wonder how he’d react to my fingers in other places…

Like up his sweet ass…

Suddenly, I see an opening. Ethan is getting up from the table and heading toward the bathroom, leaving Lena all alone.

My knee bounces under the table for two or three seconds as I watch the small hallway to the bathroom to make sure Ethan actually goes in.

I grab my wallet, pull out a fifty-dollar bill, and slap it on the table next to the receipt before heading to the front of the diner. Trying to keep my appearance as light and casual as possible, I smirk and wink at a woman who looks at me from her table. She blushes and smiles back before looking at her food.

Lena is looking at her phone when I slide into the booth, replacing Ethan.

“So, I looked up the reservation an—” She looks up while talking and realizes it’s me. Her eyes go wide for a moment. “Dante?”

I lean back and fold my arms. “Hello, sweetheart.” I smile at her, though I want to do the exact opposite.

“What do you want?” she asks, her tone immediately annoyed.

“That’s a loaded question,” I tell her. I unfold my arms and lean closer to her on the table. “My question is, what doyouwant?”

She eyes me. Her eyes are a sparkling shade of copper that are pretty hot with the winged eyeliner she’s wearing. Frankly, if I wasn’t completely gay, I’d probably be into both of them.

Unfortunately for her, instead of being in my fantasies, she’s in my way.

“What do you mean?” Lena asks.