I wouldn’t have thought so either. The Sage I know is quiet and reserved. She doesn’t wear skimpy clothing and heels, preferring to wear oversized sweaters, leggings, and Chuck Taylors.
I don’t know who this Sage is. She definitely isn’t the shy, timid girl I basically kidnapped on the way to save Roman and Amira, and it fucking bugs me because maybe the girl I thought I knew wasn’t actually her at all.
Fuck!
Why the fuck is this bothering me so much?!
We only spent four days together!
I don’t know how long I sit there fuming, long enough that the frat guys have left and another party has taken their place.
Long enough that Roman orders a couple of glasses of water and then another.
Long enough that I see Ivy making her way toward the back, this time heading to the curtain-covered hallway, two different men’s hands pawing hungrily at her ass and hips.
My vision catches fire when I see Sage following closely behind her, an older man’s hands clasped tightly around her swaying hips, his lips pressed sensually to her ear as she walks him through the curtain.
Springing from my seat, I storm over to her, ready to rip his fucking hands from her body and shove them up his ass, when a small, pixie-looking girl steps in front of me.
“Hello there, good-looking. My name is Smoke. Wanna have a good time?” she purrs, her long, red hair falling in a straight sheet over her petite chest.
“Uh. No thanks, gorgeous,” I say, looking over her head, searching for Sage’s long, flowing hair and sexy backside, but all I see is the swishing of the curtain she just walked through.
Fuck!
I lost her.
“Hey, where does that lead?” I ask Smoke, pointing to the curtain Sage disappeared behind.
She follows my finger, scratching her claws down my chest when she turns back to me.
“Those are our private rooms, baby. Do you want to have fun? We can play in satin.” She pulls my shirt, so I bend down, pressing her lips against my ear. “I’ll let you dowhateveryou want to me.”
Her offer holds no appeal, not when I know Sage is here doing God knows what in a private fucking room with a man old enough to be her fucking father!
“No thanks, sweetheart,” I say, trudging back to the table where Roman glares at me with a bewildered expression.
“Are you fucking all right, or what?” Roman asks when I slide back into the booth.
“Yup.”
He doesn’t buy it, obviously, because I’m a shit fucking liar right now.
Pressing his elbows on the table, he leans in close to me. “You got a thing for Sage?”
I didn’t fucking think so.
“Just don’t want her in that fucking back room with some old fucking pervert,” I say, fidgeting with the empty glass on the table.
A smile breaks across his face as he leans back, his laugh roaring loudly in our space.
“Yeah, whatever, bro. Tell that bullshit to someone who doesn’t fucking know you. Speaking of which, your jealousy is fucking showing. You might want to put that shit away unless you plan on doing something about it,” he exclaims, waving his hand in the direction of the purple velvet curtain.
“Fuck off,” I growl, fisting my glass until I’m moments away from shattering it in my palm.
“Well, are we here to do fucking business or are you going to stare at that damn curtain all night?”
How the fuck am I supposed to work, knowing Sage is rubbing her pussy along some old fucks dick?!
