“You okay?”
“What’s wrong?”
Desiree and Mecca asked, one after the other, eyeing me like I had grown a set of horns. It only took them a second to realize what my outburst was all about. Khane and Arjen lifted their brows, seemingly confused.
Ignoring them, I turned to Tywin. “You’re only twenty-two?” I choked the question out in a low murmur, my posture guarded and drawn in.
“Yes,” he confirmed with nonchalance.
“Is there something wrong with my age?” The gleam in his eyes clearly said, “Don’t go there with me about age.”
“I assumed you were my age or at least close to it,” I replied before taking a big gulp of the champagne left in my glass.
Damn! I had always assumed I was good at predicting any man’s age and even some of their behavior patterns. But everything about Tywin had caught me by surprise.
The group stared, and I saw the moment when their faces shifted from speculation to confirmation that Tywin and I were undeniably more than just acquainted.
“You could have told me,” I spit the words out, finally half answering his question. “Didn’t you think I deserved to know how old you were?”
“Did it matter?” he asked.
Did it?
I wanted him in ways I hadn’t wanted any other man. I had been with him in ways I wouldn’t consider with anyone else. He made me cum like no one else before and I was sure no one else would ever measure up. A deep frustrating sigh left my lips, and I never answered his question although he was standing their waiting for me to do so.
The surrounding silence was as nerve-racking as Phil Collins telling us that something was “In the Air Tonight.” We were the center of attention now, and I hated the spotlight. I was already conflicted about our relationship and now I had an age gap to add to the mix. Was I overacting?
Arlo popped into my head. He was seven years old, which meant Tywin had been taken when he was only fifteen. He was a kid? I understood that he couldn’t kill the mother of his child, but that evil bitch needed her fucking ass kicked.
I leaned into Mecca, ignoring all the eyes on me. “Where’s the bathroom?”
She pointed but warned, “We are about to sit for dinner in ten minutes.”
“Okay,” I shot back, already walking away. A glance back revealed Tywin staring after me with a glint in his eyes so devilish, I turned and picked up my pace.
How many more surprises were out there just waiting to ambush me?