Page 111 of Godless Saints

“It’s lychee,” I snapped. Why the fuck did I care what he thought.

“That’s not any better. Most people here slam cheap shit. You’re sipping lychee rose with gold leaf. So yeah. You’re not like the rest of them.” His eyes stayed on me. “I could tell that the second I saw you.”

The bartender slid our drinks in front of us.

I almost downed the whole thing. Wanted to drink fast and disappear. But no. I wasn’t desperate enough for cheap shit. So I sipped slower.

“What’s your name?”

“You’re probably a nice guy, but I’m not interested.”

I turned my stool away. He grabbed it and spun me right back. Our knees brushed. My cock twitched. Fuck. Stay down.

“Fine. Give me a fake name then.”

“I just said I’m not interested. I don’t date guys.”

I tried to twist the stool again. He held it locked in place. It pissed me off.

“Humor me, prince.”

Prince. No. Don’t fucking call me that.

“Betty White. Happy?”

His grin widened. He looked like a fucking maniac.

“…Betty White?”

I shrugged. “She lived forever, said whatever she wanted, and no one questioned her.”

I couldn’t stop myself from talking. That accent. Irish? If I just let this run for one night… What’s the worst that happens? He’s not going to Evermourne. He doesn’t know who I am.

“If I’m Betty White, who are you?”

“Nobody.”

“Nobody?”

“If I were anyone else, I wouldn’t have met you.”

I reached for the hem of his shirt. Then laughed. Couldn’t fucking help it.

How many drinks? The room tilted. He still looked exactly the same. Steady. Watching me.

“You want to come back to my room? Not far. They’ve got proper drinks. Lavender French 75. Yuzu sake martini. White peach bellini with edible orchid.” His mouth curved. “I still think you’re hot. Even if you drink like somebody’s rich aunt.”

I laughed. Too fucking drunk. Fuck.

“Let’s go. This place is shit. I hate the music.”

I slid off the stool. The room spun. I pitched forward, face planting straight into his chest. My hand landed right on his crotch.

“I’m… fuck. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, prince. I don’t mind your hands on me.”

Too close to his face. I tried to pull back.