He gives me no time to ask him why he’s thanking me before turning and striding toward the back door. A second later, he shuts it softly behind him.
A long, tense silence passes between us before Tobias resumes his chopping.
I run my fingers through my wet hair and secure it in a loose bun with the tie on my wrist. “What was the errand?”
He eyes the newly bared bite mark on my neck as he answers. “He swept the house and reset the security system.”
“Dominic took care of that months ago.”
He stills his knife. “Well it’s been done again.” The sharpness in his voice matches the blade of the knife he’s wielding—those poor tomatoes.
I take the stool at the island and can’t help myself from asking. “Why are you here…doing this?” I gesture to where he works expertly dissecting a cucumber. He stills his knife and looks up at me briefly before getting back to his task.
“We’re going to have dinner and a conversation.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m fighting hard not to become the monster you so easily bring out of me. This is business.”
“What exactly are you hoping for with me? Friendship?” I snort, incredulous, “Maybe it’s you that can’t handle the fact that I despise—”
He lifts blazing eyes to mine. “Friendship, no. And I couldn’t give a shit that you hate me.”
“Then what?”
“Jesus Christ,” he slams the knife down. “I’m making dinner. You’ll eat it. We’ll have a conversation, and I’ll leave.”
“Fine!”
“Fine! Bordel de merde!” Fucking hell.
I stand and jerk open the fridge collecting two water bottles, slamming one down in front of him. “Here!”
“Fucking thank you,” he snaps, uncorking the bottle.
Our eyes meet a split second before we both burst into laughter. And the sight of him in this state is blinding. And wrong, so wrong. I can’t—won’t—appreciate the mirth dancing in his eyes, the dazzling white of his perfect teeth, or the contrast of his dark skin against his crisp white shirt. I can’t love the strength in his jaw or the definition in his shoulders or the sight of his belt on his trim waist. Within seconds, I’m back in that clearing, on my knees picturing myself unleashing him.
It doesn’t take long to realize his laughter has faded out and he’s watching the rise and fall of my chest, drinking in the look in my eyes. He stands like a sentry, still on the other side of the island as his gaze darkens.
Setting the knife down, he runs a hand through his hair and cups the back of his neck. His voice low when he speaks. “What happened the other night was…” his eyes dart to mine, “chalk it up to curiosity.”
“You mean that wasn’t you? Sure looked like you.”
“You don’t fucking know me.”
“I don’t fucking want to.”
He swipes his hand across the counter, drawing the chopped vegetables into a bowl. Another tense silence passes, and I don’t bother to acknowledge the hint of guilt he’s displaying. Even if he added the sincerest of apologies, it would never be enough.
“So, if it wasn’t Tyler, it was someone from the meetup that told you I was here. Is that how you found out about me?”
He pauses briefly, seeming to weigh whether to respond before he finally nods. “The Miami crew, we’re having allegiance issues with a few of them.”
“Is it because of the driver who nearly killed Sean? The one Dominic made an example of?”
He nods. “That’s one of the reasons.”
“I thought as much.”
“My brother and I don’t agree on a lot these days when it comes to his militant extremes. But I can’t say I blame him for that.”
Tobias turns back to the stove and stirs the pasta, and I find it odd to see him in this domestic capacity. He seems the type of man to own a boardroom, a no-bullshit closer, who commands a meeting before he fucks his assistant after, her skirt hitched up around her hips as he thrusts into her while puffing on a celebratory cigar.
He most definitely doesn’t seem the type to do menial tasks, like grocery shop. Then again, nothing is what it seems when it comes to these winged bastards.
“I can feel you watching me,” he speaks up from where he stands, his back turned.
“Chalk it up to curiosity,” I repeat his earlier words. “You went to the store?”
“That’s usually the place you go to get food to cook.”