Dax leaned forward slightly, elbows on the edge of the table, his voice dropping just enough to suggest more than it said. "Will you let me bring a plus one?"
Trevor's eyes narrowed. "You do not have a plus one."
"Not yet," Dax corrected smoothly. "But it would be rather cruel to deny me the chance to acquire one."
Lucas, still watching the exchange like a referee too tired to issue penalties, arched a brow. "Do you mean acquire or abduct?"
"Details," Dax said, waving a hand. "What matters is that I arrive dramatically, dressed in black and gold, with someone so attractive half the Empire gasps and the other half sends letters of complaint."
"I'll tell the security team to prepare blindfolds," Trevor muttered.
Dax grinned. "You love me."
"I tolerate you," Trevor corrected. "With Lucas's influence. Barely."
Lucas leaned forward slightly, his tone soft but dangerous. "If your guest causes any sort of scene, any, you'll be the one cleaning it."
