Page 53 of Psychopath

Zane grinned. “For a genius like me, I saw the signs.”

“Of course you did,” Quinn muttered.

“Well, I’ve predicted what’s going to happen next episode. Wanna hear it?”

Quinn slapped his hands over his ears. “Don’t you dare.”

Zane smiled and sat down in the chair. He shifted to get comfortable, and the muscles in his arms bulged outrageously. He slouched with his legs spread, displaying his barely covered torso. It was a position where a lover could easily climb into his lap and straddle him. The imagery appeared so fast in Quinn’s mind he choked on air.

“What have we got today?”

Quinn recovered enough to croak, “I’m going to ask you questions about life in here.”

“Okay, but before I forget. Your cat’s called Mars.”

Quinn eyed Zane with disbelief, and his mouth bobbed open and shut.

“That—that’s impossible. I’ve never…”

Zane tilted his head and smiled. “So, I’m right then?”

“There’s no way—how the hell could you know that?”

“Well, I could tell you…”

Quinn narrowed his eyes. “Why do I feel like there’s going to be a but?”

Zane grinned, flashing his pearly teeth. “I want something in return.”

“I’m not bringing anything into the prison—”

“No, no, I didn’t mean that.”

Quinn licked his lips. “And I’m not going to…give you any favours.”

Zane groaned and spread his legs wider. “Now why did you have to say that? It’s all I’m going to think about now.”

“Zane…”

“Don’t growl at me. You’re the one that said it, put teasing images in my head of you on your knees, and your mouth round my—”

“Inappropriate.”

Zane laughed, then cocked his head. “All I want is to be able to ask a question at the end.”

“You always do.”

“But you’ve got to promise to answer it.”

“Zane…” Quinn groaned.

“I promise the question isn’t bad.”

Quinn sighed. “Fine. Now dazzle me with your genius.”

Zane grinned. “You like astronomy. The cat’s fur is red—”

“Wait, how do you know about his fur?”

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