LittleDancer
Don’t make me beg. At least not yet.
She’s going to be the death of me.
I spontaneously snap a picture of the mess all over my hand and still-hard cock, sending it and grinning when she doesn’t respond right away. I angled it so that it’s only my bare stomach and my non-tattooed arm, and hardly shows the jeans I was wearing just a few minutes ago with her.
Bet she didn’t expect to get a raunchy picture while out with her friends.
LittleDancer
Holy … *hot face emoji*
Just imagine how much of a mess I’ll make on your pretty face one day.
LittleDancer
And when will that be?
You’ve been so good. Perhaps I should reward you.
LittleDancer
I like rewards.
Such a good, little slut.
LittleDancer
Okay. I need to rejoin the real world now so that I don’t melt.
Color?
LittleDancer
Bright freaking green.
I’m grinning like an idiot at her response because I know how sassy Layla can be, and I can picture her saying exactly this. People think she’s so pure, so wholesome, but she has a delinquent side to her as well. I got glimpses of it growing up. For example, she got a tattoo the day she turned eighteen—a small heart on her left rib cage. She hardly ever swears—but every once in a while, she says the F-word, and it sounds extra dirty coming from her. And despite the ballet dancer persona, I’ve seen her kickbox and throw the kind of punches that could kill a person.
LittleDancer
Are we still scheduled to talk tomorrow at 10a.m.?
Yes. Good night, Layla.
LittleDancer
Good night, Master.
After cleaning myself, I walk out onto the floor, only to see Liam and Kai leaning against the bar while sipping their sodas. Smirking, I school my expression into something I hope comes across as casual and easygoing despite feeling anything but. My eyes flick around the bar for Layla, but I don’t see her.
“They left,” Liam tells me with a knowing expression. “Off to the next place.”
I nod once. “How are you?”
He looks around. “Nice place you have here.”
“Thanks.” Looking over at Kai, I arch my brows. “And you?”