“Ready?” I say.
He shakes his head, smiling. “Come on you crazy fucker,” he says as we laugh and make our way into the main bar area.
I walk to our usual booth with Enzo behind me and just before I sit down, I can feel someone watching me. I smile to myself at this connection we have, it's a fucking drug.
As we sit, I look over and see Seb standing with a cute-as-hell scowl on his face, looking at Enzo like he’s stolen his bike or something. I pray to myself hoping he will lose control. The thought of him getting all angry and jealous makes me hard. Never liked it when bitches got territorial and clingy before, but this feels different. Fuck, everything about this guy makes me horny. It could become a problem, for his ass in particular.
Just to be a bigger asshole than usual, I look over at Enzo and smile at him, rubbing the back of his hand gently from where it rests on the table in front of me.
He chuckles. “I better not fucking get attacked after this display. Angelo expects his boy in one piece you know.”
“Don't worry, I got this.” There’s a presence next to me and I look up to see an on-the-edge Seb. He is fucking beautiful, looking like a perfect mixture of violence and lust. I want to tie him up. I want to lick the blood off his skin. I want him tied to me, to be my beautiful pet. To be honest, I'm proud of my restraint. I want to fuck him right now in front of everyone. He brings the possessive monster out in me.
I smile up at Seb. “Good evening, Seb. A bourbon for me, and what would you like, sweetling?” I ask Enzo, barely containing my laughter.
Enzo looks on the verge of going into a fit of giggles, trying to hide the smile on his face behind his hand. “I’ll take a vodka soda please. Thanks, babe.” Enzo keeps his eyes on me, never once looking at Seb. He’s doing a great job selling the idea that he adores the very ground I walk on.
I turn to Seb and he’s frozen to the spot as if staring at Enzo will make him either disappear or set him on fire.
“I'll be back with your order,sir,”he says with extra vitriol on the word, sir. I want to spank the brattiness out of that tone. He is such a temptation to do bad things too and I'm all for it.
Thank you, Seb. Quick as you can. We don't plan on staying around for too long, if you get what I mean.” I wink at him and purposefully ignore him like I would with any other staff member. I swear I see steam leave his ears as he stomps away.Game, set and fucking match, beautiful.This is my green light to take him. Silly pet has no idea what he has unleashed.
A low whistle comes from Enzo “What?” I ask.
Enzo frowns. “What the fuck do you mean, what? First of all, he is fucking hot, man, so props to you there, but he looked like he wanted to kill and kiss you at the same time. I mean, I don’t understand why you needed me here, he clearly wants you.”
“Ahh, but you see, I know he wants me. The stubborn straight guy in him won’t let him go with it, so I needed to nudge him along to confirm it's what he wants. That response from him as far as I’m concerned, gives me permission to take.”
Enzo's face contorts into a confused expression. “I don’t think someone looking pissed off is consent to fuck, my man,” Enzo says.
I wave him off. “It’s not an issue, trust me.”
Seb is obviously pissed, and a different waitress brings us our drinks. Enzo raises his glass, and we say cheers and fall into some easy conversation, catching up. All the time I feel eyes on the side of my face and my inner monster is overjoyed. Seb has revealed his weak points. I know just which buttons to press to make him fold to me and it's amusing as hell.
I don't ever remember having this much fun.
CHAPTER 5 - SEB
Ihaveneverfeltrage like I do right now. Like, boiling blood rage where I think I could kill and not give a shit. The problem, however, is that the rage directed at myself. Why the fuck do I feel so damn jealous and angry that Dima is here?
He’s clearly on a date with a hot little twink of a guy and for the first time since I started here, he’s acting like I don't exist. Why do I care? I have repeatedly told him I'm not interested, yet like a little bitch, I'm furious that his attention isn't on me. I swear this guy could turn most people into basket cases with how he fucks with their minds.I'm a straight guy, who on the one hand really couldn't give a fuck if his fiancée is fucking other dudes, but on the other hand, I take to heart the sexy-as-sin Russian bad boy who loves to play with me. I'm clearly not as straight as I thought but I can't stop blocking myself from letting it happen.
Dima, without his knowledge, has taken over every part of my thoughts and it pisses me right the fuck off.I dream about the arrogant dick, I jerk off about the smirky bastard, hell, if I'm not at work, I think about him and panic that he may have found someone else and I’ve missed my chance. But I don't want a chance, do I? I shake my head. I have lost my mind. I clearly want him and maybe it’s time my brain caught up with my ever-eager dick.
As I move around the bar fulfilling orders from the waitresses, I keep subtly glancing over to Dima’s table. The first thing I notice is that they seem familiar. Has he had a boyfriend all along? Are they fuck buddies? The not knowing is killing me.
I jump as I spill half the cocktail I was preparing from the shaker, which results in a scathing look from Jess.
“What is wrong with you tonight?” she says. “That’s the third drink you’ve spilled on top of the two glasses you broke.” Her face softens. “Do you need to go home? Has Mr. K said something? You've been on edge since he arrived.”
After clearing up the mess I’ve made, I fetch new ingredients to remake the cocktail. “I’m sorry, Jess. I'm tired. I’ll focus now, I promise. Just a bad night.” I convince her with the most genuine smile that I can muster.
She nods and turns away to get on with the stream of drink orders coming in.
Just focus, Seb.
This job is more important than a sexual awakening crisis.
