He’s quiet, so I glance over my shoulder. The glint in his eyes sends a quiet shudder through me.
I wait for his cheeky comeback, but it never arrives.
“What? Cat got your tongue?”
“I’m trying to keep the comment to myself about having a big stallion for you to ride if you’d like.” We stop and he pushes the button for the elevator, then glances down at my blushing face. “Or the—”
I hold up my hand. “I got it. I walked into that one.”
Our gazes lock and I can’t stop my smile.
“Fine. I’ve met my match. You are smart and funny.” I laugh.
His hand slaps his chest. “A compliment, milady. I am honored.”
The doors open and Travis pushes me inside. Then does that sexy lean thing again and gazes down at me. “So, what happens next?”
I’m surprised he asked instead of telling me. This man is all alpha and I have no doubt he’s used to giving orders.
I shiver again, imagining how he’d be a dominant lover.
Another reason to steer clear.
I’d like it.
I like him.
I’d get my heart broken.
“I texted a friend. Tony is meeting me in a cab downstairs in a few minutes.”
“Tony?” His eyes darken.
Is he jealous?
Ping.
The thick metal doors grind as they slide open, and Travis pushes me out into the lobby.
“Yeah, he’s going to take over from here, Lancelot.”
“I was going to take you home.” Travis growls, stopping inside the entrance and moving to stand in front of me, looking unhappy.
When I move, he helps me out of the chair, so I’m standing holding his forearm, feeling his delicious muscles under my fingertips.
“Were you just? So that you can show me your big stallion?” I hold up the pills. “Sorry I’m injured and stone cold sober.”
“Wow. Kill a man’s confidence, why don’t you.” Travis takes a half step back, feigning offense.
He has so much confidence it oozes from him and it’s clear from the sparkle in his eyes that he’s enjoying this interaction with me just as much as I am.
“Well, I don’t want to end up on the side of the next milk carton.”
“I’d buy that milk. Talk about making breakfast sexy.”
I chuckle. “Stop.”
When I glance up, all his humor is gone, replaced by deep gray globes, which tell me he’s about to get what he wants.
