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“And me,” Harrison says, walking up to us.
The corner of Liam’s mouth turns up ever so slightly. “Almost. Not quite. But I’m considering it.”
Harrison chucks Liam on the chin. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re in denial, William.”
I don’t always understand their teasing—it definitely wouldn’t work for me—but they have their own thing and it clearlyisworking for them. Watching the passion they share issexy as hell to me and I’m learning they enjoy what I think of as a fake hate fuck.
The real surprise?
My own spark with Harrison.
I didn’t anticipate that at all.
But over these last few days of hanging out, he’s made me laugh so hard I’ve snorted. He’s much smarter than even he gives himself credit for, and he barely touched me on the Ferris wheel and I was having an orgasm.
Okay, so notbarelytouched me.
It didn’t take long, though.
Harrison turns and gives me a smile, flipping my hair over my shoulder and massaging my neck lightly. “Did you order a drink? They make an excellent martini here, and I know how much you like your vodka.”
“We haven’t ordered anything yet.”
“This menu was developed by our new Head Chef after Brad left for the show,” Harrison says. “Don’t tell him, but I think it’s better.” He gives me a wink.
“As if I’ll be telling Brad anything,” I say wryly. “We’ve been studying the menu and taking in the atmosphere. You guys should be very proud of Raw, Harrison. It’s really relaxed and elegant in here. Like you.”
He’s wearing a tailored blue suit that fits him to perfection and while he’s always crisp and tidy, he’s in his element at the restaurant, talking to all the patrons and encouraging the staff and building them up.
Harrison almost looks embarrassed by the compliment. He leans in, crowding us both with his muscular frame. “I’m going to make you call me elegant later. ‘That’s an elegant way to suck Liam’s cock, Harrison. You look so elegant fucking me, Harrison. You have incredibly elegant orgasms, Harrison.’”
The image makes me laugh, a high full laugh that is definitelynotelegant. “I cannot say any of that with a straight face.”
“Sex is no time for laughing,” Liam says.
“Well said, William.”
Harrison acknowledges someone who is trying to get his attention with a lift of his chin. “Gotta go. Daddy needs to keep the lights on.”
With that, he’s gone and Liam watches him stroll away, confident and damn it, elegant. Whether he likes it or not.
“You get it, don’t you?” Liam asks, turning to face me, his knee bumping mine. “Why I’m so…enamored.”
“I do. He’s fun, but much more than that. He’s smart, socially adept, arrogant yet vulnerable. He cares deeply about his people. He’s the full package.”
Liam rubs his jaw. “Full package, indeed. God, what the fuck are we doing, Ivy?”
“I don’t know,” I say, happily. “But I don’t care. I just want to enjoy our time here. Now let’s order a cocktail.”
Liam nods and raises his hand for the bartender. We request two martinis, and the bartender tells us Ford has ordered a sampling of the restaurant’s signature dishes to be sent out to us.
Ford.
I have no idea what I’m going to do about Ford, who is sweet and caring and oh-so-attentive. If he’s any more attentive, my vagina is going to implode.
Just the thought of what he can do to me with his tongue has me wanting to fan myself with a cocktail napkin. Plus, he’s the most protective and competent man I’ve ever met.
Case in point, two small bowls appear in front of us. “Blue crab bisque,” the bartender says, sliding two black cloth napkins with soup spoons tucked in them toward us. “Ford wanted you to start with this.”