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need the restroom?” Owen asked politely as he reached for his wallet.
    “No, no. Just that wall so I can put my coat on and not offend anyone with eyes or anything.” The lack of pressure helped him manage his erection a bit better, but Owen was still sitting across from him, still so damn sexy that Daniel was up to about thirty ways he wanted to put his tongue on him—and that didn’t help at all.
    “I apologize for rushing your meal.”
    “You can buy me a slice of pizza later.”
    Owen’s sexy eyebrow raise made another appearance. “Maybe I’ll buy you dinner.”
    “I believe you have plans again with Ander and Rafe and your partner,” Daniel retorted, his tone souring on “partner.”
    “Don’t mind Victor.” The waiter dropped by for the leather folder, then hurried away after putting a takeaway bag on the table. “He’s rude and boorish and….” Owen trailed off, a weird blip of rust in that smooth flow of words. “He’ll come around once filming starts.”
    Daniel wanted to point out that he didn’t give a flying fuck whether Mr. British T liked him or not—they weren’t destined to be friends. He just wanted to be taken seriously during the wedding planning.
    And not to look like an idiot on television.
    Or in front of Owen.
    “I’m sure,” he said instead, prep school manners at the forefront. “It was only one quick meeting and I was, ah—distracted.”
    Owen looked mighty pleased at that.
    Check paid, coats fastened, they walked out of the restaurant, Owen with a hand at Daniel’s back, carrying the leftovers in the other hand.
    “So, where are we going?” Daniel asked as Owen ducked around him to open the door. Because Daniel would take a chance on sexy hookups with smoking-hot guys, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to do that in the dressing room at Barney’s.
    “We’re going to Victor’s, actually. I took the liberty of setting something up.”
    A black Town Car appeared magically in front of Butter’s as soon as they hit the sidewalk, complete with a driver in Ray-Bans to open the back door for Daniel. As he slid across the seat, Daniel tried to find his lost footing again. How about a list?
    Owen flirted with him at the first meeting.
    Owen invited him to lunch.
    Victor wanted Daniel to have a makeover.
    Owen offered to handle it.
    Owen flirted more and then caused Daniel to have an erection in the middle of a four-star restaurant in Midtown.
    Owen wanted to have sex with him.
    Owen was bringing him to…
    Victor.
    When Owen sat down next to him—far closer than he needed to be—Daniel scooted toward the window.
    “Victor’s, huh? I thought you were supervising this little makeover?” he asked coolly.
    “I am. Victor’s in the editing suite all day working on our last project’s postproduction.” Owen put the bag of food on the floor between them, eyeing Daniel curiously. “He won’t be there.”
    “So I’m too old for this and we have to work together,” Daniel sighed. He rapped his knuckles against the window to distract himself as they pulled into traffic. “Can we just be frank about what’s going to happen this afternoon?”
    That delicious smile curved Owen’s mouth into a bow; his tongue darted out for a moment before he bit his lip and then leaned into Daniel’s space. “What do you want to happen?”
    Daniel huffed in annoyance. His dick stiffened as Owen tilted his head to one side, all but leaning their bodies against one another. “I want you to stop being a cock tease,” he murmured.
    “All in good time, Daniel,” Owen whispered before pulling back and righting himself on the seat.
    For a worrying split second, Daniel envisioned a scenario wherein Ander had set this all up just to get him laid.

Chapter Ten
     
     
    OWEN GRAINGER was a thirty-three-year-old idiot.
    Making Daniel his project—instead of letting Victor work his meddling magic—was supposed to be the more rational and adult thing to do. He had a plan and reasons and a ton