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Something flickers in his eyes. “No you don’t.”
I pull in a long breath. “Just say it.”
He still looks wary. “Okay, but you can’tblameme afterward. I’m not going to lie to you.”
“Go ahead.”
“I was wondering if you miss my cock,” he says, and every nerve ending in my body is suddenly awake, hyperattuned to Chase’s eyes. “I was wondering if you ever think about it. Dream about it. That kind of stuff.”
I nod. “Thank you for your honesty.”
It feels like something in this small room could detonate at any moment.
I’m sure he notices that I don’t answer the question.
I can’t answer it.
But I don’t give him any relief on that part.
He grips my belt loop a little tighter for a moment, then finally lets it go.
“Thank you for visiting the bar,” he finally says, his eyes dancing over me. “It’s been boring as fuck without uptight old actors haunting the place.”
I puff out a laugh, and finally the tension leaves my chest.
“You can’t seriously be calling me old.”
His mouth comes up in a grin, and a dimple appears on one of his cheeks.
“Never said I didn’t like it.”
“Thanks, Chase.”
He breathes deeply, giving the door a nod. “The fans outside are probably gone. Get over here, VIP. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 12
CHASE
The moment I swing the utility closet door open, I know it’s too early.
“Woah, yo!” somebody says right as Logan and I step out of the small room, and I see that the group of fans who had been waiting by the elevators are now in front of the bar. “Is this bar open—wait, Damien! Shit, sorry. Landon Stone.”
“Logan Stone,” I correct the guy gently. He’s clearly very drunk, as are all the other people in his group. They’re wearing glittery hats, feather boas, and shirts that sayI BitInto the Big Apple.
“Right, right, Logan,” he says. “Goddamn, dude. Hey, my friend Willa didn’t get a good picture with you earlier. Can we take another?”
Logan looks over at them, a broad smile appearing on his face. “Of course. Let’s do it.”
Logan steps over and takes another shot with one of the girls in the group, and soon a couple of the other drunk people want more pictures, too.
As they’re taking their time, another group of people walk by the other end of the hallway and when they glance down, they start doing double takes.
“Itishim,” I hear one of them say.
And then they’re cascading down the hallway, too.
One picture has rapidly turned into dozens of pictures. Logan stays smooth throughout it all, making small talk about the city and asking them about their own trips into New York.
