Page 58 of Primary Seduction
“Nah, I left a few crumbs for the other customers.”
Trent chuckled as he pointed between the two cups. Max passed Trent’s to him, watching his throat as he swallowed, which in turn made him swallow hard. He was sexy as fuck.Trent sat down and picked up a croissant, stuffing some into his mouth.
“Thank you for this,” he said when his mouth was empty again. “You didn’t have to buy breakfast.”
“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to.” Max didn’t know how to ask what he wanted to ask so decided just to blurt it out. “Are you—”
“What’s wrong?” Trent asked at the same time. They laughed.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to ask if you were okay with everything that happened last night? I know from your actions this morning that you seem all right with it, but I wanted to check and make sure.” Max couldn’t look at Trent, not wanting to see anger or laughter in his face at his insecurity.
Trent’s hand covered his own, and he squeezed. “Look at me.”
Max dared a look up and visibly relaxed at the serious look on Trent’s face. He should have known Trent wouldn’t laugh or be angry at him. Insecurity is a hard emotion to ignore sometimes.
“I loved every minute of it. Yeah, okay, it is a bit overwhelming because I hadn’t expectedusto happen. But once I’d come to terms with that fact that I like you…a lot…everything else is easy.” He chuckled. “Well, a little easier, I should say, not easy. I just came out to all our friends. For me, that says I’m happy. That I know what I want.” He turned serious. “I’m not saying I won’t have issues; I’m still learning new things about myself. But from where I stand at the moment, I’m not going anywhere.”
Max relaxed a little. He was unsure what issues Trent was talking about, but he was happy with everything else he said. He’d just have to trust that Trent would talk to him if there were any problems.
After that, they took the fruit bowls to the sofa and put on a film to watch. Before they’d even got halfway through, they were laid on the sofa kissing and rubbing against each other again.
Trent pulled away quickly and turned towards the door. Max hadn’t even heard it open.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Trent asked in anger.
“I should ask you the same thing! What the hell do you think you’re doing, Trent? What? Suddenly you’re into men now? Are you that starved of attention that you have to go this low? I’m fed up with you cheating on me in this little love nest of yours. Especially with that degenerate! I am so glad Jocelyn and Harper didn’t see you like this. God, what will people think!”
Max was confused. There, in Trent’s apartment, was the woman for whom he’d redesigned nearly her whole house last year. The one who’d tried it on with him every day, and then got pissed off when he’d refused her.
And apparently, she was Trent’s ex-wife. At least that was what Max assumed.
He sat up, pulling the throw over his almost nakedness. Trent wasn’t bothered, although is erection had waned now so he wasn’t showing as much as he could have.
“What the fuck are you talking about? We divorced five years ago! You have no claims over me now, so shut the hell up!” Trent stalked to her and stood towering above her.
“What are my parents going to say? If they hear about this, Trent, it will devastate them. How can you sink so low as to fool around with people like him?” She sneered over at Max. He didn’t see any recognition in her eyes, so maybe she didn’t know who he was.
“Fuck you, Trish! Get out!” Trent pointed to the front door.
“Trent, honey, don’t be silly. We can get over this, just come home. I’ve been allowing this little…experiment…of yours, but enough now. It’s time for you to come home where you belong. Then we can forget all about this.”
She moved forward as if to touch Trent and Max held his breath waiting to see if he’d let her. He had no idea what was going on. She seemed far too confident that Trent would come home to her and it shook Max’s reality. Maybe Trentwasonly experimenting and didn’t really care about him. Max wanted to look away from the train wreck in front of him, but he couldn’t seem to do it. He had to know.
Trent slapped her hands away and stepped back, making Max’s breath leave in a rush. “GET OUT!” Trent grabbed her arm and pulled her to the door, throwing it open and pushing her through it. “Leave me the fuck alone, Trish!” Then he slammed the door and stood braced against it, breathing as if he had run a marathon.
Max kept quiet; he didn’t know what to say anyway. He was worried about Trent’s reaction to her presence. One thought went through his mind though, he now understood why Trent had spoken about art he’d previously owned that Max would’ve said was expensive. It made sense withthiswoman being his ex-wife.
Trent turned and walked closer, standing with his hands on his hips and blew out a breath. “I have no idea what her problem is.” He looked over at Max. “I’m sorry, Max.I’m so sorry you had to see that. I’d like to say that was a unique experience, but lately that seems to be the sum of our interactions.”
Max stood and wrapped his arms around Trent. “It’s okay.”Max felt him shaking and held him tightly, the worry easing some with Trent’s reaction. He hadn’t expected this.He hesitated, realising he had to admit he knew her. “Thing is, I know her.”
Trent stared at him. “What? How?”
“I did a job for her last year—redecorated the house. I’m assuming your old house,” he added quietly.
Understanding dawned in Trent’s eyes. “I wondered who she’d managed to get to do it. Small world.” Trent gave a laugh lacking humour. “Jesus, this is fucked up. I’m going to get dressed.”
Max watched as Trent walked away and disappeared into the bedroom. He sat back on the sofa and rested his head against the back, looking at the ceiling. This was not how he envisioned the afternoon panning out.Now, he just had to find out what the hell was going on with Trent and Trish. Was Trent really experimenting? He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out the answer.
