Sin City Uniform 01 - All Fired Up by Morticia Knight Read Free Book Online

could be so distressing about what had happened the night before, especially since Trent wasn’t the one who’d been embarrassed in front of all their peers.
    “Well?”
    “I was concerned for your safety.”
    “Um, yeah. And I appreciate the thought. But it seemed rather over the top, don’t you think? I mean, you just apologized for it, right?”
    Shawn noted the sweat beading on Trent’s forehead then tracked a drop as it trailed down the side of his face. He swiped at his own forehead, the heat getting to that point where it would begin to suck the life out of him until all he wanted to do was take a nap for the next fifty years.
    “Have you had lunch?”
    Shawn resisted the urge to laugh. Trent was difficult to follow. But since he’d wanted to find a way to approach the guy about them getting together anyway, Trent’s invite was perfect—except for one small detail.
    “We don’t have to go anywhere around here, do we?”
    Trent made a face as though he’d smelled something really bad. “God, no. There’s an old diner about five miles from here that I go to a lot. No one I know ever shows up there. It’s a great place to have some peace and a decent meal.”
    “Perfect. In that case, I’d love to get lunch.”
    Trent nodded, still staring at him with his intense blue eyes.
    “Why don’t we ride together in my truck?”
    Shawn chuckled. “Why? Are we having a date?”
    “Yes.”
    Stopping mid-chuckle, Shawn couldn’t help but let his jaw drop. Straightforward was too mellow a term to describe Trent Marshall.
    “Oh. I see.”
    “Then let’s get going.”
    Trent’s deep, growly voice gave Shawn the shivers under normal circumstances. When he used it to order him around, it threatened to make him come right then and there.
    “S-sure.”
    Trent pierced him with one more steely gaze then jerked his head to the other side of the garage before turning and heading that way. Shawn followed after him, fighting the sensation that he had just been brought to heel. Oddly, it didn’t bother him. Something about giving himself over to Trent suddenly held a lot of appeal.
    Perfect. The voracious heat has melted my brains.
    His dick was doing remarkably well however. All it seemed to care about was that he and Trent were apparently going on an officially sanctioned date. It wasn’t as romantic as a burlesque restaurant, but it was a start. He snorted. Trent peered over his shoulder, no doubt wondering what Shawn had thought was so funny. Thinking about the restaurant did bring something up for Shawn though.
    They reached Trent’s newer red Ford F-150, and after unlocking the passenger side, Trent opened the door for him. He put one foot on the step to lift himself inside and had a flash that Trent would palm his ass again. It didn’t happen and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
    Once Trent climbed into the driver’s side, he started up the engine and they were on their way. He noted how Trent would glance at him occasionally, almost as if he were checking to see if he was really there. Typically, Shawn didn’t consider himself to be tongue-tied, but he’d been so surprised by the insta-date situation, and he was still in the midst of processing it.
    Date. That’s right.
    “Um, last night. That guy you were with. Not that it’s any of my business, but you said he wasn’t your date. I just want to clarify that we’re not sneaking around behind someone’s back. I’m not into that.”
    “Good. Me neither.”
    “So…you guys are just friends…or something?”
    Shawn watched as Trent seemed to be working through his thoughts. His jaw was clenched and he stared straight forward, his eyebrows pulled together.
    “He’s an ex from a while back. He wants to start up again, but I’ve decided I don’t.”
    “Oh.”
    Shawn had the impression that Trent didn’t really want to talk about his ex anymore, so he dropped it for the time being. It was clear to him that Trent wasn’t a gabby kind of a