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Because this is one bet I want to lose.
I feel a hand land on my knee and I look up. We’re stopped at a red light, cross traffic whizzing through the intersection. I can feel Trevor looking at me so I tilt my head in his direction and smile back. “I’m thinking sushi,” he says, giving my knee a squeeze before sliding it higher on my thigh. “How’s that sound, baby?”
It sounds disgusting. Almost as disgusting as the prospect of listening to him call me baby all night. “I’m not a fan of sushi,” I say, clenching my thighs together to slow the process of his wandering hand. “Why don’t we just go for a burg—”
“I got us a table at Zen 88.” His gaze dipping to my breasts while his tongue darts out to run along his lower lip. Zen 88 is a trendy, downtown sushi bar. He hadn’t heard a thing I said. “After dinner, I was thinking we could go back to—”
The light turns green and I shift in my seat, pulling my leg from beneath his hand. “The light’s green,” I say, softening my rejection with a smile. As if to prove my point, the car behind us laid on its horn.
“Is there something wrong?” He shoots me a quick look while shifting the car into first. “You’ve been acting weird since I picked you up.” He skips seconds and shifts into third to sling-shot around a minivan. “Did something happen with your roommate? You guys have a fight or something?”
“Patrick?” Saying his name caused my heart to knock against my ribcage and I suddenly feel his thick, hard cock pressed into the cleft of my ass, the size and heat of it causing my mouth to go dry.
“No,” I say, forcing myself to smile at Trevor. “Nothing happened.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He’s not buying it.
I look up to see Trevor staring at me, mild concern etched into his generically handsome face. We’re at the restaurant and the valet has my door open, his hand dangling in my mid-air, offering to help me out of the car.
“Yes,” I say, placing my hand in the valet’s hand. “I’m just hungry is all.” I smile again and climb out of the car.