“Pussy.” He looks annoyed now, and I can hear just the hint of a slur in his voice that he’d previously hidden so well. “I’m the king of pussy.”
“Aww, how nice for you.” I set my jaw and hold out my hand. “Give me back my phone before I call security.”
“Give me your room number and you’ll get your phone. I’ll even bring it right to your door.”
“Very well.” I lean in and beckon him closer. The stench of alcohol is intoxicating in its own right, never mind how green his eyes are. I snatch my phone from his grip while he’s distracted. “Je m'en contrefous que tu sois le roi de la chatte ou le roi des puces! Jamais je ne laisserais un enfoiré de ton genre me toucher.”
“I don’t speak French, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t just give me your room number.”
The boy catches on quick.
“Meow.” I purr and walk away, feeling his eyes on my arse the entire time.