Page 44 of Beauty & Chaos

Fuck, it’s been less than forty-eight hours and I’m starving for her.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BROOKLYN

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“Lobster? Travis, this feels like a date.” I tease.

He leans back against the soft and creamy leather and sips his whisky. He looks like he’s posing for a men’s magazine and life comes easy to him.

“Does it? I eat like this every night.”

“I’m sure even you don’t eat lobster every night.” I chuckle.

He gives me a naughty smile, and I shake my head. His confidence could fuel a small country.

Travis smirks, then leans forward, laying an arm on the table. I lick my lips at his roped forearms and the tattoos his rolled shirt exposes. He’s like that piece of chocolate cake you know you shouldn’t eat but you’re going to anyway.

And then want seconds.

“Well, I’m sorry you’ve mistaken my desire to fuck you in different locations, purely for my own pleasure, for a date. I can’t control what you think, Ms. McKenna.”

Can’t he? Travis seems to have a lot of control over me. Or at least my body. And I don’t seem to be trying to stop him at all.

He mistook my outfit for something else.

I am hot in my leggings but don’t regret covering up. If he’d forced me into the club, I would be happy with my skin covered and messing with his plans.

But this superyacht is stunning, and I’m almost kicking myself for not wearing one of my lovely sundresses and a cardigan, and enjoying the moment.

“You could’ve just come to my apartment and ripped off my clothes.” I twist my mouth, enjoying how much we play with words.

Travis leans back again. “Perhaps I wanted to impress you.”

I bite the lobster off my fork, then point it at him. “Which is what you do on a date.”

“You’re talking with your mouth full.”

I shrug. “Well, you’re a sure thing, so I don’t need to impress you.”

“Really? Consider me shocked. The ski jacket gave that away.” He shakes his head.

I slice more of the lobster. “Sorry, I can’t hear you over my internal moans. This lobster is divine.”

Travis lets out a soft curse.

“Don’t say moan.”

God, he’s adorable.

There’s a dark edge to him with all those tattoos. A constant shadow in his eyes that screams he’s a bad boy who would never commit. That he’s the man your father warned you about. The man you do not go home with.

So, adorableisn’texactly the right word to describe him.

And I’m extremely attracted to him.

Probably because of all those things.