Page 91 of Toy Boy
“Will do. Do you want me to bring you a plate from the buffet? I’ve heard there’s quite a spread on.”
I smile again, because by “quite a spread” she means that Dean’s surpassed himself with an array of typical British buffet food – sausage rolls, mini quiches, open-topped sandwiches and dishes of chicken wings and dips, but it’s what goes down well in this neck of the woods, when there’s a party on. “I’m also looking forward to trying some of Tim’s birthday cake. You supplied that, I gather?”
“Hanna made it. And she’s outdone herself this time.”
“Want a piece?”
“Make it a large slice.”
Because chocolate makes everything better, right…?
Xander
“I have to give it to you, you’re persistent.”
He spins around at the sound of my voice, staring at me through narrowed eyes. “Can I help you with something?”
“She doesn’t want you, does she?”
His frown deepens, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly in a confused smile. He’s not sure what’s happening here. “I’m sorry?”
“Megan.” I slide my hands into my pockets and take a step towards him, not shifting my gaze from his. “I saw you; saw you kiss her…” I take another step forward, still holding his gaze. “I don’t think she really wanted that to happen.”
“This has got absolutely nothing to do with you…”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
His eyes remain locked on mine, he’s rattled, despite his attempted show of bravado. “What do youwant?”
“I want you to leave Megan alone.”
He throws his head back and laughs, and I let him have that one. “Seriously?”
I keep my expression stoic, I don’t want him to know how I’m really feeling. Not just yet, anyway. “Seriously.”
He laughs again, and shakes his head, dropping it, his hands on his hips. “Jesus…” He looks up, his eyes back on mine. “We belong together, Megan and me, and she’s slowly beginning to see that. Whereas you, you’re history. Nothing more than a fling she needed in order to get something out of her system, she’ll see sense soon enough.”
“You think?”
“I know.” His eyes harden; darken. He doesn’t like this, but it’s happening.
“I care about Megan, and you – you’re not good for her.”
“Where the hell do you get off telling me shit like that? You know nothing about Megan and me…”
“I know enough.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
He starts to walk away, but he’s going nowhere.
“You’ve taken enough from me, you aren’t taking Megan, too.”
He stops, but he waits a moment or two before he turns back around. “Excuse me?”
I take another few steps forward. “You’ve taken enough from me, Mr. Warren.”
“What the hell…?”