Tangled (Playing With Fire)

“Trevor.” She sounded surprised to find him waiting. “I thought you left.”

“I think you wanted me to leave.” He stepped away from the building so he faced her head on. “We were supposed to get together. You agreed last night.”

She shrugged and took a couple of steps. She was completely out of the light that shone from the side of the door, casting her form in shadows. “I’m tired.”

Something in the tone of her voice told him otherwise. “Liar.”

“It’s been a long day.” She visibly bristled. He saw the shake of her shoulders, the straightening of her spine. She always stood taller when she was angry. “I’m exhausted.”

“Too exhausted for me?” He sounded wounded. He cleared his throat, pissed at himself.

But she did this to him. Made him reveal things he normally didn’t show. Like emotions.

She sighed, long and loud and she went to him, walking closer and closer until she was right in front of him, her head tilted back so she could look into his eyes. He yearned to reach out and touch her but something told him to hold back.

Not yet. Be patient.

“I talked to Drake yesterday.”

Nerves made Trevor’s stomach clench at her abrupt comment.

What the hell? The only thing they could have in common to talk about was him, or the two of them together.

Jesus. Is she going to dump me? For fucking Drake?

“What about?” He hoped he sounded casual but inside, his nerves tangled around themselves and his temples were pounding.

“He said you’ve been ignoring his calls.” Her voice was soft, not accusing, which made him relax the slightest bit.

“I’m not interested in him,” he said tightly, clenching his hands into fists so he wouldn’t touch her. Yet. “I want you.”

She exhaled, he heard the catch in it and her dark brown gaze locked on his face. “What if you could have both of us?”

“What?” Confusion flooded his brain.

“Together? Would you be interested then?” She bit her lower lip, her gaze skittering away from his and he reached out, cupped her chin and forced her to look back at him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” His entire body was tense, his breathing ragged. She stared at him, her lips parted and he saw the nerves there on her face. The apprehension.

“The three of us together, for one night doing whatever you want. Doing whatever any of us want. How does that sound to you?”

Like pure trouble. He shook his head. “When?”

“Tonight,” she whispered.

His mouth dropped open. “Are you kidding me? Why?”

She shrugged. He realized he still held her chin and that she hadn’t pulled away from him. “Why not? I thought it might be something fun for us to do.”

“Fun? A threesome with Drake? The guy you used to have a major crush on.” He watched her carefully. “For all I know he could be a guy you might have a crush on. Hell, I don’t know. Sorry but this sounds like a major mistake.” His hand dropped away from her and he turned, unsure of what to do next.

God. Why did she spring this on him now? It made no sense. It came out of nowhere.

Scarlett constantly kept him on his toes. Sometimes he liked it.

At this very moment, he wasn’t sure.

“I want to do this. I want to do this for you, for us.” Her eyes pleaded with him. ?