Page 40 of The Chameleon

Sensing he was being watched, Matteo glanced up and scowled at him.

God, that look made his dick hard.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just watching you build the perfect burrito.”

Ares slapped on some bacon, followed by a mound of salsa that splattered everywhere and a spoonful of cheese. He rolled up the sides, purposely leaving the bottom end open, knowing how it would drive Matteo mad watching all the filling spill out of the end.

He took a bite of his burrito and welcomed the growly sounds of judgment coming from the irritated man sitting across the table.

Ares reached for his mug and took a sip of his coffee before swallowing down the rest of the food still in his mouth.

Another groan.

“So, what time is your flight back home today?”

Ares smirked. “Well, it’s funny you should ask that. I just spoke with the airline this morning, and it seems that they canceled their flights today. And sadly, there won’t be another for a couple of days.”

“Really. I hate when that happens. So then, what time will you be checking into your hotel? I hear there is a really nice Marriott that just opened outside of Barcelona. It’s supposed to be stunning. Even has an infinity pool, I’m told.”

Ares chuckled. The man was relentless.

“So, did you sleep well last night?” Ares asked, totally ignoring Matteo’s attempt at humor.

“It sounded like a freight train was rolling through my living room, but eventually, I managed to fall asleep.”

“Good. I’m glad you were able to get some rest. You seemed a little cranky when I went to bed last night.” He tried not to laugh.

Matteo took a sip of his coffee. His eyes drifted to a ceramic plate that sat on the mantle above the fireplace. Ares remembered that plate. It was the plate Matteo had purchased on the day they first met.

He was surprised that Matteo still had it. He figured that Matteo would have burned every last item that reminded him of that magical day.

Ares studied Matteo’s stoic face.

Did Matteo still think about their time together?

Don’t be stupid. You ripped out the man’s heart. No matter how much you grovel or try to say you’re sorry, he will never forgive you.

Fuck, Ares hated when that asshole inside him was right.

Taking another sip of his coffee, he decided to try and be nice.

“After breakfast, I thought we could head into town and check out the local vendors. See what’s new since the last time we were here.”

Wiping the side of his mouth with a napkin, Matteo picked up his coffee and took another sip.

“I’ve been here lots of times over the years. I’m pretty familiar with what they have.”

Ares felt his blood begin to boil.

No.He wasn’t going to give in to Matteo’s attempt at goading him. The man was looking for an excuse to fight. He wasn’t going to give him one.

“Great, so you’ll be able to show me where all the good finds are hidden,” Ares decided to say instead.

Matteo’s jaw clenched, realizing that Ares was not going to give in to his attempts to bait him.

They finished the rest of their meal together in silence.

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