Harlow glared at said cat. Foxx blinked, brow raising in question, before starting to glare back. He chuckled. One could never accuse the vampire of being unwilling to meet a challenge.
He lifted up the bottom of his tank top and wiped his face off. Harlow rolled his eyes at the whistle Foxx let out—the brat was pushing it.
* * *
Foxxjust barely stopped himself from drooling as he watched Harlow work out. Generally, he didn’t like exercising, but he’d definitely come down here in the future just to watch the man’s muscles move.
And like, the human was in shorts and a tank top…things he’d never seen Harlow wear before! There was soooo much skin to watch. His scars were on full display… Foxx shuddered—they spoke of such violence. It was…exhilarating—drool worthy!
Well, the healed ones were. Foxx had to say, he didn’t enjoy seeing the stark white dressing on Harlow’s right leg. The human had gotten the stitches out that morning, but apparently, had to keep it covered a while longer.
Foxx licked his lips, eyes glued to Harlow’s ass as he bent over to pick something up…and then his view was blocked. Frowning, he glanced up at the person standing there.
“Hi,” the guy said with a bright white smile.
His brow rose at the flirty tone, and he did a sweep of the man. Blond hair, blue eyes, he was fit, with a hairless square jaw, and cheekbones he was sure many would pay for. With a delicate sniff, the man’s scent filled his nose—a merman? Odd to see one in a location without ocean access…
“Can I help you?” he asked, when what he really wanted to say was ‘move out of the way’.
Foxx eyed him harder. He supposed the guy was handsome…in a Prince Charming sort of way, but not Foxx’s type, that was for sure.
“Names Vail. Are you new here?”
Nope…nope, he was not doing this right now. He was tired, and in pain, and he just wanted to sit here and ogle Harlow in peace. Because, at the moment, that was all the satisfaction he was going to get. It was sad actually. The human was there for the taking, but Foxx couldn’t bloody do anything.
“Let’s fast forward to the end of this conversation. You aren’t my type. Please move.”
The man’s eyes widened. “What…”
“I’m not explaining any more. Move, you are blocking my view.” He nicely shoved him to the side with his good arm.
Foxx licked his lips. Harlow was now free lifting weights, doing bicep curls. The human glanced up, meeting his gaze. Foxx blew him a kiss. Harlow rolled his eyes, but Foxx didn’t get a chance to respond as fucking Prince Charming stepped in his way again.
“You can’t really be serious right now?” Vail seethed. “You’d really rather watch that scarred human than talk to me?”
Foxx straightened up from the machine, wincing slightly, but he still pulled off his glare as he met the merman’s gaze. “No,youcan’t be fucking serious right now. What part of, ‘you aren’t my type’ did you not understand? That’s your clue to stop. Your clue to bugger off. But apparently, you took it as your cue to embarrass yourself. So, let’s get into it. I have no interest in dime a dozen dollar store Prince Charming knock offs. I wouldn’t be interested even if the ‘scarred human’, as you put it, wasn’t there. I don’t find you hot. Looking at you does the opposite of turning me on. In fact, if I was hard, staring at you long enough would cause me to deflate. Am I being clear enough now? I hope so. As this is the full extent I am willing to explain myself to someone I don’t know. Frankly, you aren’t even owed this much. Now, go away.”
The man hissed, fists clenching. “You—”
“Whatever you are thinking about doing, I wouldn’t,” Harlow’s deep voice drawled. “Come on, Foxx, let’s go before you get yourself into trouble.”
“It is not my fault that trouble follows me.”
The human walked past the angry merman and gripped Foxx’s arm, gently tugging, prompting him to get off the bench of the machine. He grimaced slightly at the sharp slice of pain that ran through his chest and arm…and back, as he stood up.
Foxx was sure that if he’d been healthy, Harlow would have likely literally dragged him off, without trying to be gentle. It was sort of curious how considerate the human was being, considering he was a self-proclaimed psycho. Also, it was sort of depressing, because Foxx was pretty sure the man was more considerate than all those he’d dated in the past combined. Not that he and Harlow were dating…which sort of made it worse, if he thought about it. Man, he was glad most of his old boyfriends were dead—well deserved!
As they started to walk away, Vail barked out, “Stop!” As if he, in any way, had any right to command him to do anything.
Harlow glanced down at him when Foxx stopped. “Foxx…he's not worth it.”
He narrowed his eyes, as he pulled his arm from his hold. “It is…” Foxx said. Harlow sighed and held up his hands as he backed up, before waving him on.
Slowly, he turned around, eyeing the fucker, who, of course, took this chance to get right in Foxx’s personal bubble.
“You have two seconds to back the fuck off me before I make you regret it,” Foxx said sweetly.
The guy scoffed and leaned down. And face inches from his, the man snidely asked, “What are you going to do about it?”
