Page 50 of Primary Seduction
“You’re always saying no to me,” he pouted.
“That’s because you always request things at the wrong time, and I’m older and wiser than you are.” Trent smirked. “Time to go.”
“Fucking hell.” Max adjusted himself and followed as Trent made his way to the door.
Twenty-five minutes later, they were sat in their usual booth in Crush with Sean and Asher, Zak, Ethan and Logan with their food order on the way.
Max could see Trent hadn’t been happy when he’d ordered a beer, but he hadn’t taken any pain relief for this particular reason and told Trent that. He could tell Trent didn’t like it. Trent wasn’t drinking because he’d driven, so Max made sure to alternate between beer and water, so he wasn’t too wasted for when they had to go home. He’d had a brief conversation with everyone about his injuries, so they were up to date, but then he’d changed the subject. He couldn’t tell them much anyway.
“So how are things between you two,” Zak asked.
Max looked over at Trent to see if he was listening, he was talking to Logan. “Quite good actually,” he said quietly.
Zak raised his eyebrows. “How well is quite well.”
Max felt his face warm a little. He didn’t know why because he’d always been happy to talk about sex and stuff before. Maybe it was because Trent meant so much to him, he didn’t know. “Third base.”
Zak smiled. “It’s serious then?”
Max felt his smile fall. “Kind of.” He tried to explain without giving away too much of Trent’s personal business. “Understandably he wants to go slow, and he said he’s going to speak with Logan tonight. He’s not told me exactly what he’s worried about, but I think he’s worried that he’s not gay, and he’s going to hurt me. Which I’m happy to hear—that he doesn’t want to hurt me—but I wish he’d relax a little more. Kinda go with the flow.”
“I’m sure he will relax once he has some answers. Logan will help him. Give him time.”
“I’m know. I’m just—”
“Impatient. Yeah, I know.” Zak laughed.
“Anyway, how’s things with you?” He’d not heard from Zak since their last get together.
Zak looked strained at the topic. “Not great. Ashley is spending more and more time out and I’m either home with Dane or Emily is babysitting. It scares me that I don’t trust her.”
“Have you spoken to the lawyer again?”
“Yeah, we’ve been in touch a few times.” Zak laughed, shaking his head. “He’s refusing to let me pay him.”
“Wow, that’s good of him.”
“Yeah, but I feel bad asking him things when I’m not paying him. I don’t want to take up too much of his time.”
“I can understand that.”
Zak blew out a breath. “Anyway, onto brighter subjects, please.”
Max laughed. “Like what?”
Zak shrugged. “I don’t know. How about your business?”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ve had to put everything on hold at the moment because of the ‘incident,’” using finger quotes, “so I’m having to rearrange a lot of things. Hopefully, I can start back doing stuff on Monday. Trent will be going back to work, so I will be back home—where all my paperwork is, I might add. Trent refused to pick it up when I asked him to the other day.” He shook his head. “He is so stubborn.”
Zak raised his eyebrows again. “Like someone else I know.”
He glared at Zak. “Shut up.”
“Hey, now, what’s all this?” Trent leaned over and nudged Max’s shoulder with his own. “Why does he have to shut up?”
“No reason.”
“Max says you’re stubborn. I was enlightening him to the fact that so was he.” Zak didn’t care if he dropped Max in it if his smile was anything to go by.
