“Sit. Eat. I’ll leave you alone.”
My stomach growled again, the traitor, and I squeezed my eyes shut. For the record, the awkwardness after hate-fucking on a kitchen countertop hugely outweighed the awkwardness after a drunken one-night stand. There was nothing to do but brazen it out.
Chin lifted, I spun, hoping I looked remotely composed. “You don’t have to leave. After all, it’s your house.”
Avoiding his intense eyes, I grimaced at the unappetizing hummus. No thank you, Mr. Titan. But at least the flatbread would be decent. I reached for it, bypassing the round container. From the corner of my eye, I could see Titan’s gaze tracking my movements.
“Not a fan of hummus?”
I shook my head, opting not to speak with my mouth full. Mama would be so proud. The mocking, throwaway thought skidded to a halt in my brain.
I was sitting in a billionaire’s kitchen. I’d just let him—no, begged him—to screw me.
No, Mama wouldn’t be proud; she’d wonder why I’d done it for free. Shame coursed through me at the realization that I was fucking another rich man. I’d made that mistake before, and look how that had ended. Would I never learn?
Every bit of moisture leached from my mouth, and I struggled to swallow the cracker as I stood. “You know what? I’m not really hungry. Thanks.”
Titan’s expression shuttered. I had no idea what he’d say. The man was as unpredictable as lightning strikes, and probably just as destructive.
“Did Levi show you a guest room?”
Good. I supposed that meant this awkwardness was coming to an end sooner rather than later.
“No. He just gave me the code and told me to make myself at home.”
Titan barked out a harsh laugh. “Not surprising.”
My curiosity got the better of me, and instead of running for the door, I asked, “Why does your brother work in my store?”
The word “my” struck me in the gut as soon as it was out of my mouth. Because it wasn’t my store, and it might never be. I guess I’d see after my appointment at the bank with the loan officer.
Titan crossed his arms.
Jesus, the man was sexy. And an arrogant asshole. Wouldn’t forget that part.
And he fucked like a god. Couldn’t forget that part.
I snapped my mind out of the gutter as Titan responded, “Because he’s still going through the rebellious teenager phase, even though he’s no longer a teenager.”
“And working at Dirty Dog is a rebellion?”
“When he could have a highly sought-after spot in the Titan Industries intern program? Yes.”
“But he wants to be an artist, not work in corporate America.”
The muscle in Titan’s jaw ticked. “You think I don’t know what my brother wants to do? Shockingly enough, I’m the one who pays his tuition. And he can want to be an artist all day, but eventually he’s going to have to choose a career that will allow him to pay his own bills. He doesn’t get access to the majority of his trust fund from our parents until he’s thirty-five, and he needs to figure out how to support himself before then.”
“And if he chooses to be a starving artist?” I asked.
“Then he’ll starve. Or he’ll hit it big and appreciate the hell out of his success because it required sacrifice.”
“So, when does the gravy train end for Levi?”
“He’s got three years of college left. I told him I’d cover him until then. If he decides to take longer, he’s going to be on his own dime.”
“You sound like his father, not his brother.”
The muscle ticked more visibly. “Because I’ve been both for over a decade.”
“What happened to your parents?”
“That’s not up for discussion. If you’re done here, I’ll show you a room.” He strode out of the kitchen. And that was apparently how Titan ended a conversation.
I tightened the belt on my robe and followed him. I wasn’t sure where I expected him to take me, but it wasn’t up the curving staircase and into a room that was sage green, gold, and white. It was altogether too fine for the likes of me.
I opened my mouth to protest, but Titan gestured to an open door. “There’s an en suite bathroom. It should be stocked with anything you need. Did you leave your bag downstairs? In the pool room?”
I shook my head. “No bag. Wait, no. I left my purse on a chair in the foyer.”
Titan’s attention held on me. “You didn’t even pack a bag? So, whatever chased you out of that house scared the hell out of you, didn’t it?”
I stilled in my survey of the room. It wasn’t any of his business, and I wouldn’t share. But my skin prickled again at the thought of the glass in the dish rack. “I . . . I just wanted to get out. I don’t need much anyway. I’ll be fine. I’ll change at work when I get there.”