I bite the inside of my cheek, shaking my head. It can’t see me… I would know if the app had access to my camera, and I certainly hadn’t given it. Had I?
Eris:
Are you stalking me now?
Locke:
Only when you want me to.
Eris:
You’re getting bolder.
Locke:
You like it.
I do.
That was the fucking problem.
Eris:
Don’t flatter yourself.
My reply is quick and sarcastic, leading me to close the app and shove my phone deep into my purse before I can fall any further.
Fall any further into the conversation…
It doesn’t help.
I’m on the verge of… a problem. Another one.
Either that, or there is a seriously powerful witch fucking with my fate. Maybe I pissed off the universe…
My internal ramblings stop abruptly, the air charging with static electricity as I feel movement on my right. A guy slides up beside me at the bar, and I glance at him, intending to keep it quick, but no.
Eris, meet problem number three of the night.
He’s tall, light blond hair, grinning like he’s never had to earn a number in his life. Clearly, he’s the kind of trouble you can see coming, know you should run from, and still walk toward.
“You look like you hate it here,” he muses, lifting his glass of whiskey to take a sip.
“Is that your line?” I don’t mean for it to sound as deadpan as it does, but… Yes, I do.
He shrugs, appearing amused by my attitude. “Just an observation.”
“Sure,” I drawl, waving the bartender down to let her know I want to order another drink.
The blond god beside me leans in a little, not close enough to be a threat, but close enough to see what I’ll do about it. I should turn away, tell him to back up.
I mean, I should be doing a lot of shit, but naturally… I don’t.
Tonight is the night for release. Freedom. And if orgasms are on the table, I’ll take a few of those too.
His eyes flick to my mouth when I give him a devious smile. It isn’t sleazy; it’s curious. And for the first time in a while, I feel noticed, not just looked at.
I don’t normally like this kind of attention… But I don’t hate the way he returns my gaze.
