Falling for the Enemy (Falling in Love 1)

It was another kick to the balls letting Trey know how unsuitable he was for June. She was used to this world of luxury while he gulped at the prices.

Taking a deep breath he searched the room looking for his woman.

“Can you see her?”

“I’m looking.”

“Okay, I’m scared to look at the price of some nuts or snacks. After we’re done here I want to get a burger. A burger that doesn’t cost me the earth and fills me up.”

“You were the one who wanted to come.”

“I know. I didn’t think I’d be broke because of it.”

“This is June’s world. I need to know who my competitor is,” Trey said, spotting June. He had a clear view of the table and the guy sat opposite her. Martin, he remembered the name from June telling him. The bastard was sat, munching his way through the French food. His lips were constantly moving.

Trey saw her moving the food around her plate. She hated French food. There was a grimace on her face as she listened and an occasional nod of her head.

He kept staring at her, and before long she was looking in his direction.

“She’s seen me,” he said.

“Goody.”

A new glow settled inside her. He saw it and knew he was the cause.

They were talking about something, and he wished he knew what the other guy was saying.

“I’m bored,” Dale said.

“She’s coming here. Please, pretend to be surprised.”

Trey wrapped his fingers around his glass trying to hold on for dear life.

“Hello, Trey,” she said. He watched her turn to Dale and said the same to him. The desire to reach out and touch her was intense. He held the feelings at bay as she ordered another water. She didn’t need to leave the table for that.

Had she come on purpose to speak to him?

“Dale knows about us,” Trey said.

He expected some outburst or sharp tongue lashing from her. Instead, she smiled. “Molly knows as well. I also know about Dale and Molly.”

“How’s the food?” he asked, not wanting the moment to go.

“Disgusting and the company is awful. Wish me luck, and I’ll see you later.” She touched his arm, moving away as she did.

“She likes you,” Dale said.

“Shut up.” Trey felt like a high school kid again.

“I’m not joking, man. She likes you.”

Smiling, Trey stared at her ass, watching her sit down with the asshole. Good, now all he needed to do was get her to love him.

****

“Who’s the guy?” Martin asked the instant she sat down.

“Someone I know.”

“He looks totally out of place.”

She gripped her thighs, sinking the nails into the flesh. For the last hour she had listened to him speak. All the time she couldn’t stop thinking about Trey. He’d done a number on her, and it was only supposed to be about sex with them. She couldn’t handle anything else.

Picking her fork up, she moved the meal around her plate. She really hated the food. Martin was digging into his meal.

“I can’t believe you know that man. He’s not from a good family. Look at the way he slouches and sits. He’s a fake.”

Biting her lip she tried to ignore him.

“His friend looks the same. He keeps looking over here, but you’re taken. I was thinking we could visit the Greek restaurant in the city tomorrow night.” He reached over, touching her hand.

Pulling away from him she shot him a glare. “I don’t want you touching me.”

“Your family wants us to be together, June.”

Staring at him, she dropped the fork to her plate. “You see that man? The one who is so out of place? I was fucking him while you rang my doorbell. That’s right, he was inside me, and I didn’t want to come here. This date has been awful.” Her heart was pounding inside her chest, threatening to escape. “I don’t like you, and I bet you’ve got a string of women up and down the country waiting for you.”

He didn’t disagree with her.

“This is not going to be anything. We’re not going on another date. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

She pushed her chair back and stood. Without giving him another look, she turned on her heel and moved toward Trey. He was frowning at her approach.

“Get me out of here please. I need to get away from him.”

His arm settled around her back, leading her out of the room. She didn’t wait for her coat. Getting out of the restaurant was what she needed.

Trey sat in the back while Dale drove the car.

“We’re going to stop for some burgers,” Dale said. “I’m hungry.”

“Can I come in with you?” she asked, needing something to eat.

Both men agreed.

“What’s going on? What happened?” Trey asked.