Page 10 of Only for Tonight

“Yeah,” Toby answers, sliding his hand onto my thigh.

“Hm. Nice,” Zac says. He’s a big guy with blonde hair and gray eyes. They’re both gorgeous but have nothing on Toby. “We’re going to head out. We’ll see you back at the club.” They say their goodbyes, and Toby pushes my plate to me.

“Eat.” I pick up a fry and can’t help but look at him out of the corner of my eye. His hair is different today. It’s almost shoulder-length and kind of fluffy. I just want to run my fingers through it and push it out of his eyes. I watch him eat like a freak but can’t pull my eyes away. “You aren’t eating.”

My eyes snap from his lips to his face. “I…uh…”

His hand tightens on my leg. “You need to eat, Baby.”

“This is just really fucking weird. We were together one night. You keep calling me baby and acting like we’re on a date. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, and I can’t fucking concentrate with your hand on me.” He smiles at my rambling, and I groan. “No one should be that damn hot.”

“I wanted to reach out, but all personal information besides your first name and medical records is confidential. I even tried to pay Jackson to give me your number, and he wouldn’t budge. I wasn’t lying when I said all I’ve thought about is you.”

“Me too,” I admit.

He pulls his hand from my leg and lays his arm on the back of the booth. “I know this is a lot, but I’d really like to take you out on a real date.”

“Can this be our first date? I have so many questions.”

He laughs. “Of course, Baby. Do you need to get back to work?”

“I own my business.” I finally start eating, and he looks relieved. “What kind of club do you own?”

“It’s a nightclub called Inferno. What’s your business?”

“Graphic design. How old are you?”

“Twenty-five.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

He gives me that crooked grin again. “I already know how old you are.” His arm drops on my shoulder, and he pulls me closer, his lips right at mine.

“I don’t kiss on the first date,” I joke breathlessly.

“Good thing I wasn’t asking.” Toby jerks my lips to his and kisses me hard. My hand lands on his chest, and I feel the muscles bunch under my touch. Memories hit me left and right, making me moan into the kiss. I completely block out that we’re in the middle of a cafe and get lost in the kiss. He pulls back, pecking my lips a few times. “Give me your phone.”

Confused by the sudden change, I pull it from my pocket and hand it to him. He punches something in, and with a grin, he grabs his off the table. “What did you do?”

“I put my number in your phone, and now I have yours. I’ll pick you up tonight at eight.” He kisses me hard one last time before sliding out of the booth.

“I didn’t agree to another date yet.”

“Once again, I wasn’t asking.”

He disappears from the cafe, and I’m staring at the door with my mouth hanging open. There’s no way this is real. My phone pings with a message, and I snatch it off the table.

Toby: I can’t wait to see you tonight.

It looks like this is real, and I’m going out on a date with Mr. Tattooed and Pierced Sex God.

Holy shit.

Chapter 5

Oliver

“I can’t do this.”

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