Stop it, he admonished himself, turning back to the traffic before Jamie could see his thoughts written on his face. You’re evil, thinking things like that. You told him yourself that you aren’t one of his boys from the clubs, so stop thinking about f*****g him. In an effort to get his mind out of the gutter, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
Jamie shrugged. “I ain’t got no money.”
“I didn’t ask you that,” Alex said softly. “I asked if you were hungry.”
“I don’t need your charity,” Jamie replied, a little miffed. He sat back and put his feet up on the dashboard; for the first time Alex noticed he wasn’t wearing a seat belt. “I’m fine.”
Alex sighed. “It’s not charity. I want to buy you lunch. Can’t I do that?”
Jamie shrugged again. “Like a date?”
“As a friend,” Alex corrected. “It’s n
