Page 105 of Princes of Hollywood

When I look at Roarke, a divot forms between his brow even though he’s still smiling. “No, love. I’m finished.”

Her blush deepens, but she takes the hint and wanders away to collect other glasses.

“I’m sorry, poppet.” His blue eyes meet mine as his thumb brushes over the back of my hand.

“For what?”

He cocks his head to the side as he squeezes my hand. “I didn’t mean to encourage the server.”

A laugh slips out. I cover my mouth, but his quizzical look makes the laughter bubble up in me until it spills over.

“Not what I was expecting.” His voice is low.

I finally rein the laughter in and say quietly, “You’re a flirt, Roarke.”

His brow furrows.

“It’s who you are. Honestly, I’d be worried if you weren’t flirting with the waitress, or someone’s wife, or the chef, or even some of the men. I’d worry you were ill.” My cheeks hurt from the laughter and the smile that I can’t make go away.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” He pulls my hand onto his lap.

I shake my head. “It’s just part of who you are. Do I think you’re going to have sex with all the people you flirted with tonight? No. I trust you, Roarke.”

He straightens, still a little confused but getting it. I may be having difficulty remembering this is reality, but I’m not completely lost.

I lean in close and search his eyes. “Are you going to have sex with the server, Roarke?”

“No, poppet.” His thumb rubs the back of my hand, and I realize how close we are.

We haven’t discussed how we should all behave around others, but I’m not the one who approached Roarke. He came and sat next to me and took my hand. He makes my pulse race and butterflies launch inside me.

“Honesty is all I need.” I glance over my shoulder at the people talking to Aiden. They can probably overhear our conversation, but I want Roarke to know I’m okay with this. I don’t want a cheater, but I’m not going to police every interaction he has. “We can talk more later if you’d like.”

His slow grin spreads, and I know he’s not thinking of talking. His eyes grow heated, warming my insides. “Or we can go find a quiet place to discuss your dirty thoughts from earlier.”

My lips part, and heat rushes through me. My gaze lifts and collides with Wyatt’s. Will it always be like that? Staring into one man’s eyes and kissing him while the other is fucking me? Wyatt’s smile is knowing.

It’s not like I’m a virgin, but having even the tip of him inside me makes me wonder why I am waiting. What am I waiting for? Permission? From whom? I get to make my own decisions.

Am I waiting for feelings? Fuck, no. This is about sex, not feelings. So why am I pushing them away when all I really want is to feel them inside me? I want the fantasy Wyatt spelled out, him inside me while Aiden fucks my mouth. I want to be Mason’s good girl and his naughty slut. I want Roarke to hold me against a wall and fuck me until I scream.

“Poppet.” My gaze shifts to Roarke. His blue eyes are so stunning. I could spend hours falling into them. His eyes widen at whatever he sees in mine. But then determination locks in his with a cocky smile. “Right.”

His hand squeezes mine. “Give me ten minutes, poppet.”

I cock my head to the side, and my brow furrows. What does that mean?

Roarke leaves my side and walks over to join the group of six people sitting across from Aiden. I turn back to Aiden, and he takes my hand while he chats. His thumb skates over the back of my hand, lighting little sparks of awareness.

For a minute, Roarke joins in the current conversation. A lull gives him an opportunity.

“What’s everyone doing for the rest of the night?” Roarke asks the group.

Various answers fill the space, and a few people look at their phones to see the time.

Aiden leans into my ear. “Did you put him up to this?”

I shake my head. It’s like a domino effect as soon as one person realizes they have somewhere else to be. One by one they all get up and leave, excited to start filming on Monday.

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