“What are you doing here?” he asked, his face a mask of shock.
“If you have to ask that, you’re not as experienced as I thought,” she replied with a laugh.
“Get out of here, Sanri. I’m not interested.”
“How can you say that?” she asked with a pout, cupping her breasts and holding them out to him. “I know they’re not as big as hers, but they’re a handful and that’s really all you need.”
“I don’t want you. Get it through your fucking thick head.” He shut off the water. “Go chase some other asshole and leave me alone.”
He pushed past her to grab a towel and start drying off. She rounded on him, her face angry. “I don’t get you. I’m practically throwing myself at you, and I know I’m attractive. Why do you keep denying me?”
“Because I love Mayra, you little idiot,” he said. “That’s not going to change.”
Sanri shrugged. “So what if you love her? It doesn’t mean your dick is on lockdown. She doesn’t even have to know.”
Nojan snorted. “I’m going to come right out and say it. You’re gross, Sanri. Disgusting. I wouldn’t fuck you with my brother’s dick. Now get the fuck out of my room and don’t think about coming back. Do you hear me?”
Sanri sniffed, her body stiffening. “Loud and clear, cowboy.” She bent to pick up her discarded clothes, then headed for the door. Before she left, she gave him the finger. “Fuck you, Vartik scum.” Then she slammed out of the room.
“Classy,” Nojan murmured to himself. She was going to be trouble. There was no doubt about that. They’d have to brainstorm a way to keep her from creating chaos everywhere she went.
Nojan set about his meticulous grooming ritual, glad to be home again. While he brushed and shaved, his head was filled of thoughts of his angel. He wanted everything to be perfect when she arrived.
