I gazed down at the underwear, then at Eros walking toward the table, then back. My fingers curled around the soft material. Where did he get these? When did he get these? How did he get these?
How After stuffing the underwear into my pocket, I marched after him. Who did he think he was? Offering us to go to dinner with him, flirting with me, stealing my panties while I was sleeping?
“Don’t you just walk away from me! We need to talk—”
Eros slid into the booth and picked up his fork to eat. He gazed up at me with the most innocent eyes I had ever seen, a forkful of chicken breast and apple relish in his hand. “What do you want to talk about?” Innocent eyes, but a devilish smirk. That goddamn perfect, sexy, annoying smirk.
He trapped me. He knew I wouldn’t be able to confront him here.
