Page 65 of Dance of Defiance
Roman
come have a drink with me
I smile cruelly.
Me
Why don’t you come over here with that drink you’re offering.
Me
Oh, silly me. You’d never do that.
I watch Roman sway on his feet, his lips twisting nervously as he types, deletes, types, deletes.
Over and over and fucking over…
Fuck it.
“Get off.”
Gerard giggles. “That’s why I’m here.” He drops his hand to my crotch, but I shove it away, twisting his wrist hard enough to make him gasp.
“Hey!”
“If I was in the mood,” I growl at him. “I’d already have you bent over in the alley outside with my cock buried in your ass.”
He grins hungrily.
“But seeing that I’mnot…” I tilt my head. “Fuck off.”
I push Gerard off me and slide out of the booth, vaguely telling everyone that I’m going to get a drink.
Roman can’t wipe the drunk, goofy-ass grin off his face as I approach him.
“Pro tip,” I grunt, stopping in front of him. “Smiling like that makes you look desperate.”
His grin falters and drops.
“Sorry.”
I glare at him. “Well?”
Roman clears his throat. “Look, I’m genuinely sorry if…I mean…I was…”
“Suffering from post-nut straightness?”
His face darkens, his eyes darting around. As ifanyonecan hear us over the DJ.
Also, as if anyone gives a shit.
He exhales. “I… I’ve never done that before.”
I wink salaciously. “Told you: just like jerking your own cock.”
Roman flushes maroon.
“Val, I’m… I’mnotgay, okay?”
