Of course.
A typical guy. I have four brothers and two of whom are complete players like him; I know.
They’re the same.
Wild and untamable.
And I don’t know why he’s watching me like he’s performing some kind of experiment. “Well then, as I said, you should ask your other girls to dance for you and leave me alone.”
His scrutiny isn’t over yet.
Not for another five or six seconds, and then, “You sound like you’re jealous, Fae.”
I gasp. Almost.
How dare he?
How freaking dare he?
I shift on my stupid heels again.
“You’d know, wouldn’t you?” I raise my eyebrows. “Because you sounded like you were jealous when you thought that the world was looking at my juicy, tight ass,Roman.”
It’s his turn to blink.
Not that it makes him look intimidated by me or something like that.
In fact, I’m the one who loses all the air in her lungs because I’ve been dying,dying, to call him that. And to say it like that, blurting it out, makes me stumble on my heels.
He’s just taken aback, I think.
Not by what I said, but what he says next, almost to himself, as if he’s surprised by it. “I was.”
“You were?”
He looks into my wide, shocked eyes. “Yeah. And I don’t like that.”
“Being jealous?”
“Yes.”
His frown is so… adorable. It’s such a tame word for a guy like him who’s made of all sharp and dangerous edges.
But that’s what I feel right now.
That he’s so vulnerable and adorable in this moment with his honesty and so I have to be honest too. “M-me neither.”
He opens and closes his fists as if he can’t decide what he wants to do with his fingers. He can’t decide what he wants to do in a situation like this and I can’t wait to see what hedoesdo.
Then with a sharp breath that pushes out his massive chest, he becomes himself.
He becomes dark in his intentions and dangerous in his beauty.
He looks me up and down in his villainous way before taking a couple of steps closer to me and I go a couple of steps back.
“So how about I make you another promise?” he offers like the devil he is.
“What promise?” I ask, looking up at him.
