Page 58 of Secrets and Lies
He nods and takes a long drink from his coffee.
My eyes immediately drop to his throat, and I watch the muscles work as he swallows.
“So you saw me get dragged out of there like a toddler.” I tear my gaze from his throat before he can catch me creeping on him.“Awesome.” I take another sip of the coffee, the warm liquid heating me from the inside.
“It happens to the best of us.” He stretches his long legs out in front of him, and I instinctively check him out.
Ant looks gorgeous any day of the week, but the black leather motorcycle jacket and boots he’s wearing with a pair of dark wash jeans and a black tee elevate him from hot to god tier, and I quickly avert my gaze from his thick legs when I feel my dick stirring.
Nope. Now is definitelynotthe time to be popping wood.
“Still good for tonight?” he asks, his voice low and doing that raspy thing I like way too much.
“Tonight? Oh, right. The project.” I smile ruefully. “Not sure I’m going to be very useful tonight.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I need to end my engagement tonight.”
Ant slowly lowers his drink, his incredible eyes locked on mine. His stare is intense and heavy, and it makes me want to squirm in my seat, but at the same time, it’s weirdly calming. “You are?”
I nod.
“What happened?” he asks, lowering his voice as he leans closer, and I have to remind my sex-starved body that he’s doing it to give me privacy from prying ears and not to flirt with me.
“She cheated.” I run my finger over the rim of my coffee cup. “Before the break.”
“When did you find out?”
“A few days ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Is it weird that I’m not?” I glance around to make sure no one around us is listening.
“What do you mean?” he asks, leaning even closer like he’s also trying to make sure no one can hear us.
“I was at first, but now that it’s been a few days, it feels kind of inevitable,” I say, not sure why I’m talking at all but unable to stop now that I’ve started. “Things haven’t been great between us for a while,” I admit. “I figured it was just a rough patch or the honeymoon phase ending or something else we could get through. I didn’t expect her to cheat on me, but I’m not as devastated about it as I should be.”
“Why do you think that is?”
I shrug.
“I think you know,” he says, his voice almost a low purr. “Why do you think you weren’t devastated?”
“Because I already knew it was over, I just didn’t want to admit it,” I answer reflexively.
“How about we make a deal,” he says. “I’ll be in my room at eight tonight. If you want some company or if you’re up for working on the project, come over. If not, don’t. No pressure.”
“Really?” I take another sip of my coffee, and I can already feel myself perking up a bit. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I minded.”
“But…”
“But?” he prompts when I just stare at him like a moron.
“I’ll probably be a mess.”
