Page 98 of Web of Lies
“Fuck no,” Seger grumbles possessively.
“Mr. Benoit.” The red-headed hostess greets us with a warm smile, eyeing him like he’s her most prized possession. She eats him alive with her stare alone, teeth sinking into her bottom lip at the sight of his deliciously toned body.
“Marlee,” he nods, averting his eyes from her.
His hand snatches mine again like a lifeline, pulling me close to his body. Marlee’s smile drops the second our flesh connects. Her shoulders sag, and she sneers in my direction. Interesting.
“Follow me,” she regains herself, bringing that fake as fuck smile back to her face.
I don’t think Chase caught her demeanor, but I’m momentarily afraid to eat their food. I think of that ridiculous movie Bodhi made me watch last year. You know, the one with Ryan Reynolds depicting the life of a server. All I can imagine is this redhead in charge of my plate of food, handing it down the line of cooks, spitting in it, among other horrid things they did in that movie. I shudder at the thought.
Zepp’s eyebrows raise an inch, perceptive eyes turning towards mine. He sees everything I do. I nod. I saw it too. Even though she looks older than us, she’s spent a night in Chase’s bed before. It’s in the way she looks at him, desperately trying to get his attention. The way she swings her hips in her hostess skirt, trying to draw his eyes to her ass, but she fails.
Chase is oblivious, keeping his eyes forward and not on her. She leads us to our table, leaving menus in front of us, and walks back to her post. From where she stands, she turns to look at all of us, eyes focusing on Chase again. We settle into a round table with four chairs and a flower centerpiece, perfect for our night.
“Man, this place doesn’t even have prices next to the food,” Seger states, staring at the menu.
“That’s how you know it’s good food,” Chase retorts from across the table.
The boys continue perusing the menu, but I can’t keep my eyes off the red-headed hostess sneaking looks at Chase. The storm in her blue eyes says she’s furious with him. But why? Did they date? I don’t remember seeing her face on his FlashGram account. And believe me, with as much stalking, I mean research, as I did, I would know. He had quite a few ladies hanging from his arms in those photos. Hadley made an appearance several times. Of course, she was their girlfriend, too. It was mainly from the red-carpet events or parties he attended with his high-class friends. So, why is this girl looking at Chase like he broke her heart?
“Did you fuck her?” My eyes are still on the glaring hostess with the evil eyes, boring daggers into Chase’s back. The chatter from the boys dies down, bringing me back to reality. Shit, I said that out loud.
I shake my head, looking across the table at Chase. His lips part and his eyebrows are up into his hairline. I think I’ve shocked him stupid. Well, they’re all staring at me. Gaping, really. Me and my stupid mouth. Sometimes I wish my brain worked slower and my mouth didn’t blurt out ridiculous things. Stupid, stupid…
“Sorry.” I shake my head, squirming in my seat. “I can’t control it sometimes. I didn’t mean to blurt that out. I—”
“I did,” Chase says, sneaking a peek at the woman in question. “At the beginning of the summer. It was just for fun. For me, anyway.” He shrugs through a grimace, and I can tell there’s way more to this story.
“But not for her?” He nods his head, running a hand along his forehead.
“Nah, she got clingy, called nonstop. I told her we were done, and I had no interest. Even from the beginning, she knew where I stood. She just….” He sighs.
“Wanted more, and you didn’t?” He nods again, confirming the thoughts swirling in my head.
“But believe me.” He leans his elbows on the table. “You’re a very different situation. I like you. I want this with you. You’re not some hookup I’ll never see again.” The conviction in his eyes penetrates through me, filling me with relief.
“We’re in this together,” Zepp says, taking my hand in his, gently squeezing. “You’re overthinking again.” He says, tilting his head with a soft smile.
And he’s right. I never saw myself in this sort of situation. Three guys? Ugh, how does that even work? Oh - you saw how it worked just a few hours ago, dummy. I snort to myself, trying to fight off the flush of thinking about our last encounter and how I can’t wait to do it again with all of them. If Seger is a savage with his tongue, then Zepp… well, Zepp is calculated. I can only imagine what he’d be like. Slow. Methodical. Mmmm… And Chase seems like he’d tease me, rile me up, bringing me to the brink, and then back off. He’d make me beg for it, and I would like to.
“So—together?” I look around the table, and all their eyes are focusing on me like I’m the center of their world right now. Chase’s grin lights up the entire restaurant like sunshine in a jar, instantly lifting the weird cloud around us.
“Now she gets it,” he says, slapping the table.
“Yeah, New Girl, if me sticking my tongue in your pussy wasn’t a sign of how I feel, well, let me clarify.” My cheeks heat at his brash words and the sensual way his tongue runs the length of his bottom lip. Almost like his thoughts are returning to a few hours earlier, like mine keeps doing. “You. Are. Fucking. Important. To me, to them. One for all and all for one, and shit.”
I snort. “How romantic,” I quip, grinning at them. “But I’ve never done this before… and there’s—shit—there’s three of you.” I bite into my bottom lip.
“Don’t overthink it, Kace. Just let it be. We’re here for you.” Zepp says through a breath, squeezing my hand once again.
“All of you,” Chase adds with a wink.
“Less with your dick, more with your heart,” Zepp grumbles, throwing a roll at Chase’s head. I smile as Chase ducks, moving out of the way of the roll. He laughs, picking it up off the ground.
“Our promise always stands,” Chase says, throwing the dinner roll back at Zepp’s head.
“We’ll never pressure you, never make you do anything you don’t want to,” Zepp confirms, putting the roll on the table.
