Little Black Break (Little Black Book #2) by Tabatha Vargo, Melissa Andrea

completely different story.
    I passed The Pit Stop and smiled to myself. Just looking at the outside of the old run-down building sent my memories reeling. I thought about the first time Sebastian ever took me to the bad side of town and how it almost turned deadly.
     
    Sebastian grinned over at me then looked out the window once more.
    “Change of plans, Martin. Let’s go to the other side of town and make a pit stop.”
    Instead of the expected expensive restaurant, Sebastian took me to a hole-in-the-wall burger joint called The Pit Stop. It was on the darker side of the city. The outside of the building looked sketchy, and the people who were coming from inside looked even worse.
    “Are you that embarrassed by the way I dress?” I tried to control the edge in my voice and avoided all eye contact with him.
    “What are you talking about?” He sounded genuinely confused.
    Waving my arm, I said, “Didn’t you bring me to this place so I wouldn’t taint your reputation?”
    “We really have to control your overactive emotions, Jessica. You’re either hot or cold, and while that might sound appealing sexually, it’s not when outside the bedroom. I didn’t bring you here because your choice of clothing embarrasses me. This is my favorite place to eat heart-failing, artery-clogging hamburgers.”
    I didn’t respond to that. Instead, I contained my smiled and followed him in.
    This time, Sebastian was the one who stuck out like a sore thumb when we walked in. He held his head high as he moved confidently through the place in his expensive black suit. I covered my smile. The expressions on the faces of everyone around us were comical.
    “What?” Sebastian asked when he noticed me staring and smiling.
    “You look so out of place here.” I giggled.
    He tried hard not to smile, then his dimples deepened and the side of his mouth tilted upward. “Trust me. I’m more comfortable in a place like this than you’d think.”
    His words made me wonder about him and where he’d come from. I knew next to nothing about Sebastian, but I suddenly had the desire to. He was an enigma—one who could wear expensive suits but still feel comfortable in the ghettos of New York City.
    We took the table in the back, tucked away from the rest of the people in the restaurant.
    “Tell me something about you,” I said, folding the napkin nervously in front of me.
    When he didn’t respond, I looked up to find him staring at me as if I was his dinner. His eyes drifted from my face, down my neck, and landed on my chest.
    “I don’t talk about myself with my girls.”
    The strangest thing happened at that moment. I became jealous. It burned at my center as if I had just eaten bad Mexican food. It made no sense because I didn’t have a hold on Sebastian, whatsoever. I seriously doubted anyone in the world did.
    “I apologize. I forgot I was just one of your girls. However many there are,” I snapped, looking anywhere but at him. My reaction embarrassed me.
    “Are you jealous of the other girls, Jessica?” he asked. His smile was cocky and smug.
    “No.”
    There was no need to elaborate. I figured my lie would be more believable if I kept it short and sweet.
    “Good. You have no reason to be. I haven’t seen or spoken to any of them since the moment I first saw you.”
    The burn in my stomach dissolved, and I found myself locked in a heated gaze. Then he turned away and tugged on his collar. He was finally the one uncomfortable, and I gathered he’d said more than he had intended to.
    The waitress came and set our food on the table. Big, sloppy burgers full of calories and goodness with a side of fries and heart attack—it was exactly what I needed.
    The burger was amazing, and I couldn’t help but moan in appreciation while I chewed.
    “Good, right?” he asked around his bite.
    “Oh my God, it’s the best burger I’ve ever had.”
    And it was. I could totally see myself braving the city streets on occasion for the