“It’s definitely something, Park, considering how stressed out you look right now. You’re sweating,” I emphasize, pointing at his forehead. “Here.” I hit the lever and crank out a sheet of paper towel, ripping it off and handing it to him.
He goes to the mirror and dabs at his face, his gaze meeting mine in the reflection. “You can’t tell Dad.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about that. That’s the last thing I want to do.” I’m not going to be the one who breaks the news to Dad.
But what am I supposed to do now that I know?
“You’ve put me in a real shitty position, you know,” I tell Park.
He turns to face me. “You didn’t have to chase after us. We were on our way back to the table.”
“When? After your make-out session? Jesus, Park!” I roar. “You were gone for fifteen minutes. Dad called you both. He was mad, said he was done refereeing your fights. Looks like he needs to keep doing it, since clearly you two need a chaperone.”
“Fuck off. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Park starts to exit the bathroom, but I grab hold of his arm, stopping him.
“Are you fucking her?”
He’s breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, his mouth thin, but it’s his eyes that give him away. They’re swirling with guilt.
“You are, aren’t you.” It’s not a question, though. I realize without a doubt they are totally fucking each other. “Goddamn, Park! Why?”
He shrugs. “Why the fuck not? I’m proving she’s a total whore. She’s been begging for my dick for years.”
The last thing I wanted to hear. “That doesn’t make it right. Dad is going to lose his shit when he finds out.”
“He’s not going to find out. You won’t tell him, and Diane and I certainly won’t tell him either. So don’t worry about it.”
“Fuck you,” I spit out, leaving the bathroom before he can. I return to the table to find Diane already there, snuggled up against my dad’s side, batting her eyelashes at him as she talks in that annoying baby voice she sometimes uses. I can see from where I’m sitting she’s reapplied a fresh coat of lipstick.
Right, because my fucking brother just kissed it all off.
“Are you okay?” Jensen asks when I still haven’t said anything.
Turning my head, I find that she’s watching me, her brow wrinkled. “I’m fine. It’s just…my brother,” I tell her, purposely vague. “He, uh, pisses me off sometimes.”
She touches my thigh, her fingers way too close to my dick. “I’m sorry. He’s kind of—volatile, isn’t he?”
“That’s one way to describe him.” I reach for my water glass and down it. I wish I had alcohol. Something to make me forget what I saw.
“Are you all right, Rhett?” I glance up to find Diane watching me, her eyes a warning but her face schooled into a pleasant expression, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Not a trace of guilt in sight.
“I’m fine,” I bite out.
Her smile is extra pleased, which leaves me extra pissed. “Good. So very glad to hear it.”
No one is paying attention. No one else caught that subtle statement but Jensen. She’s looking from Diane to me and back to Diane again so many times, she looks like she’s at a tennis match.
Park returns to the table, all flustered and out of breath, like he just ran a fucking marathon. “Sorry, got a phone call that stressed me out.”
“What about?” Dad asks.
“The Latham deal.” Mergers and acquisitions is my father’s business, and Park works for him as well.
Me? I have no interest in that. Though I don’t know exactly what I’m going to do with my life once I graduate.
They start talking business, and Park is so damn smooth, you’d never know he was just tonguing his dad’s wife in public only minutes ago.
“Addie invited me to her party on Saturday night,” Jensen says, knocking me from my disturbing thoughts. “But I don’t think I can make it.”