48. Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Eight

Beth

T his was such a bad idea. Whether or not the job sounds amazing, these guys are too damn delicious to be around. Arrow's as supernaturally gorgeous as ever, Gio's showing his humorous side, and Jack is being an attentive waiter which is basically my Kryptonite.

What the hell was I thinking, coming here today?

I'm so thirsty I'm in danger of drowning in my own saliva.

These men are too perfect to be real.

They're also not available, Beth.

I have got to remember that.

They're a pack.

I'm an outsider.

We're like oil and water.

There's no mixing us together.

God, I need to get laid.

I bet these guys wouldn't look half as hot if I wasn't desperately horny.

"Looks like the starter's on its way," Gio tells me, nodding.

I glance back and see Jack in that shirt with those rolled up sleeves, carrying a tray toward us.

It takes me a few seconds to not just see a beautiful guy with food coming toward me.

Guilt hits a second later when I realize I almost completely forgot what happened last night.

His crimson hair might mostly be covering his bruises, but I know they're there.

He places my plate down and I look up at him.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

He puts Gio's plate down and places the tray under his arm.

"Well, you're here, so I'm feeling pretty good."

"Yeah, yeah," I murmur, rolling my eyes.

He's such a flirt. It must just be in his nature.

I feel bad for assuming the worst when it felt like he was about to ask me out before.

Whether he's just flirty or he's actually free to date, I should have given him the benefit of the doubt. He's a great guy. I can see that now.

"Tell her what the doctor said," Gio prompts him. "That's what she's asking about."

Jack shrugs. "It's all superficial. Basically, it looks worse than it is."

I look at Gio, for confirmation.

He nods. "It was a little more in depth than that, but yeah, it's not serious."

"I'm glad," I admit, as I fill up with relief. "You didn't deserve that. I'm …"

"Don't apologize," he cuts me off. "Never apologize for someone else's behavior. Now, try the food so I can go back there and tell Enzo you're singing his praises."

Gio takes a bite and moans softly. "Mio Dio. Paradiso."

"Noted," Jack murmurs, his own voice soft and sultry.

I blink at him, catching the look he gives Gio.

If they're not lovers, Jack seriously wants to be.

Jack looks at me, and I pick up my silverware.

"Is it really that good?" he asks.

I take a bite, and my tastebuds react instantly.

"Holy wow," I murmur, as I load my fork back up.

"Enzo will be happy to hear you like it."

"I don't just like it. I love it. I want to marry it."

Jack chuckles as he walks away.

Gio smiles at me from across the table.

"So, the food doesn't need any work?"

"Oh, hell no, and you know it doesn't."

He laughs. "I know. It's just nice to hear someone else say it."

I finish the starter plate and put my fork down.

"That was … I don't even have words."

"Everything Enzo makes is that good."

"I have no doubt. If this place were more visible, there's no way this restaurant would ever be this empty. In fact, you guys are going to be run off your feet the instant people know about it."

"That's what we were hoping for when we opened," Gio admits.

"It's going to happen," I promise him.

If I have anything to do with it, this place is going to be the busiest, most talked about restaurant in the city.