Carter didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all. Her timid response to Trick meant that she was just excessively shy, not particularly nervous around him as he’d believed before. Damn, that was sobering. Perhaps he wasn’t so special after all.
“You can do the posh stuff? Then yes, please. Either would be lovely.”
She took some milk from the fridge and used the dangerous metal thingy that had left a red mark on his palm to fluff it up.
Then Cassie looked at him. For one instant, those emerald eyes that were too big for her face met his as she opened her mouth to speak; then she turned tomato red, shut her trap and bit her lip, unable to utter a simple word.
That was more like it.
“I’ll just have mine black. Thank you, Cassie.”
That made her look up again, gorgeous eyes full of questions. She wondered why he knew her name, of course. Good question, sweetheart. He met people every day and he only bothered to recall the names of those who mattered; influential businessmen, reputable celebrities, fellow professionals… and Cassie Franklin.
Damn if this wasn’t a slippery slope – he was man enough to admit it. He couldn’t spend any amount of time with the girl without wondering what her lips would look like wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t explain it, not even to himself. She wasn’t his type, dammit. He liked older women, sophisticated socialites who looked perfect on his arm when he took them to functions. Actresses, models, or professionals at the top of the food chain.
The hardness pushing against his zipper was in disagreement with the head he should be listening to.
Retreat. Now was the time to retreat.
“Enjoy your lunch,” he heard himself say as he absentmindedly gathered his things and put them back in his bag.
Carter turned around and headed out, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Trick was going to be on his ass about the incident.
“You and little Cassandra Franklin? Really?” his friend asked as soon as they were out of the door.
“Leave it.”
His tone held a real warning, but Trick was probably the one person in the world who wasn’t intimidated by him. The idiot just laughed out loud.
“You’re serious about this. You like her.”
“I don’t know her,” he said, only half lying. He had plenty of information on her, but that didn’t tell him what kind of woman she was, really.
“But you’d like to,” his friend probed.
“She’s a sweet girl. I don’t have time for sweet, innocent girls.”
Trick smiled like he disagreed, but thankfully for everyone involved, he let it go.
For now.