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“No, you will not!” I snap and speedily hand the two twenties to the barman who stifles a smirk. “We’re quite capable of paying for our own drinks, thank you,” I assert before carrying Fran and Rami’s drinks over to them and placing them on the table.
“Just give me two more minutes,” I say taking in Rami’s slow blink of disapproval.
I turn to find Grey behind me. He places the potato chips onto the table before following me back to the bar. I glance over my shoulder at the booth Greyson was sitting in when I first saw him to find his two friends leaning back into their bench watching us, and I recognize them as the men standing near him when he first bugged me about my lack of cycling skills.
The handsome dark-haired one tips his head a little as he sees me, and the blond guy lifts up a pint of beer, grinning widely.
“Your bodyguards?” I scoff.
“My friends.”
“Oh, well, Rami could take them both, just FYI.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
I grab my vodka and coke from the bar, my eyes finding his over the rim of the glass as I drink down two mouthfuls before placing it back down.
“I don't want you drinking more than that tonight.”
“What? You haveseriousboundary issues, you know that?”
“Perhaps if you didn’t make such a habit of getting yourself into messes,Tornada, I wouldn’t feel this protective.”
“Possessivemore like. On what planet do you think you have any agency over me?”
“I’m not used to acting like a jealous asshole, Indigo. That’s something very unwanted that you do to me, so you’re going to have to indulge my requests for you to behave.”
I shake my head, practically trembling from outrage. “Behave?Sorry, you most definitely have the wrong girl for that… which I’msureyou must have picked up on by now.”
His features roughen. “Have you touched a man other than me since you left?”
“What?!”
“I want a fucking answer.”
“Are we back to that?! That’s none of your business.”
“Oh yes, it is.”
“I have, actually,” I say, plastering on an obstinate smile. “Just one, though.”
His frame stiffens visibly but I decide to proceed with my little joke anyway. If I think back to Micah, I’d never in a million years even have dared joke about other men, but despite Grey’s possessiveness, I realize I still feel safe joking with him. I don’t fully understand why.
“Who?” he growls.
“His name is BOB,” I reply, lifting my chin in defiance as I reference the Battery-Operated Boyfriend Fran got for me to help me relocate my orgasms.
His eyes narrow but there’s a slight tug of mirth on his lips, as if he gets the joke.
I guess we’ll see…
“He’s amazing,” I continue. “Tall.Greeaatbody. Really hard. He’s discreet and very faithful. I never have to worry about what he’s up to. One-woman man, for sure. And hereallyunderstands my needs, and… well, knows how to satisfy me.”
I bat my eyelids, smiling innocently as his eyes taper up at the corners before dropping to my lips for a moment that feels annoyingly indecent amidst the crackle of electricity zigzagging between us.
“I’d like to meet thisBOB,Indigo. Though I highly suspect”—he leans into me so closely that it steals my breath, his eyes wildly beautiful, his frame closing me off from everything but him—“I can do a much better job than him at meeting your needs.”
If all the entire five liters of blood circulating around my body hadn’t just rushed to my clit, making the thing ache and throb, I’d maybe find the brainpower to shoot back a pithy response.
