?I trust you, Trevor. I wouldn’t do this with someone I didn’t trust.”
Her words blew him away. That he had her trust meant more to him then he could express. He stared at her in wonder—saw the tentativeness written over her face, her expression unsure.
“You trust me.” It was a statement, though in his heart, it was a pounding, startled question and disbelief filled him when she nodded silently, trust shining there in her eyes. “Why?”
“Because you put up with me when no one else will, no matter how hard I try to get rid of you. And I do try. I try even when I don’t realize I’m doing it.” She smiled at him, and it socked him right in the gut. “I want to give this to you, Trevor,” she whispered. “Please let me.”
He didn’t know if he believed her. She wanted to give this to him? Or did she want this for herself?
“We’re supposed to meet Drake at the club. He’s off early tonight,” she continued as if she already had it completely mapped out.
Trevor believed she did. “How does he feel about this?”
“He’s for it. As long as you are,” she said carefully.
Yeah, he bet. Drake had been after him ever since that night, relentless at first with his calling and texting. It had begun to taper off but the idea of them all being together filled Trevor with apprehension.
What if this night gave Drake more hope? Belief that they might have a chance together? In Trevor’s mind, they didn’t. He didn’t want Drake.
He wanted Scarlett.
“Are you doing this just to please me?” He had to know. Did she believe that he’d rather be with a man so she was giving him this in order to keep him around?
“No.” She shook her head, her wild curls sliding over her shoulders. “I want this. I want it with both of you.”
He couldn’t help it. He started to laugh. “This is fucking surreal.”
Her brows lifted, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Have you ever done something like this before?”
“What a threesome? Well yeah, but it has happened a lot more naturally than this.” He waved his hand around, gesturing at nothing. “You’ve got it all planned out.”
“Drake said the same thing,” she whispered, suddenly looking very worried.
“Yeah, well, Drake’s right.” He couldn’t resist her any longer. Grabbing Scarlett by the arm, he dragged her to him, forcing her to drop her folded arms. “Let’s go to that club and see what happens. Let it unfold on its own.”
She smiled at him, her expression pretty and relieved and it took his breath away. “Really?”
He kissed the tip of her nose, the nerves jangling inside. He chose to ignore them. Focused instead on the woman in his arms. “Really.”
Chapter Eight
The club was packed, the line to get in endless as usual. Trevor and Scarlett walked right up to the door to find Drake manning it, a friendly smile curving his lips when he saw them approach.
The happiness on his face was unmistakable. He let them right in, a suggestive look passing between them. The heat in Drake’s brilliant green eyes reminded Trevor of the moment they shared together. How surprisingly good it had been…
He glanced at Scarlett who watched him with knowing eyes. And he was struck by how good it was between them, too. Better than good, he viewed what he and Scarlett shared as perfect. He had a feeling it might be explosive for all three of them.
“Want a drink?” Trevor spoke directly in her ear so she’d hear him.
She nodded, her hair brushing his face, soft and sweetly fragrant. “I think I need one.”
Hell, so did he. He was always up for some liquid courage when the going got tough. The potential of tonight had tough written all over it.
“You look like you’re being led to your death,” Scarlett told him once they’d approached the bar.
“I look that good huh?” He smoothed a hand over his head, felt the faint layer of sweat that had formed on his forehead. It was hot in the club, but the sweat was also caused by nerves.
She nodded. “Can I admit something to you?”