He gulped. “If you’re not going to call me by my name—”
“I’m not,” Baikal confirmed.
“—then fine. Bunny. That one.”
Baikal made it a side mission to accustom Rabbit to both.
“How very agreeable of you,” he teased. “More of that. You’ll end up in my bed anyway, and I’d prefer not to have to force you there.”
“What exactly do you call this?” Rabbit asked incredulously.
“You said it yourself,” he reminded. “You wouldn’t have agreed to date me if I’d taken the direct approach.”
“According to everything you’re saying, you don’t want to date me.”
“Is it because I’m Brumal?” Baikal ignored that very true statement. “You don’t want to cause trouble for your mom?” It couldn’t be out of fear he’d wreck his own future considering Rabbit didn’t want one in the music industry anyway. “When did you start hating playing?”
“Stop with the personal questions. I won’t answer them,” Rabbit told him resolutely.
“We’ll see about that.” But he’d drop it for now. Getting the musician to open up wasn’t on the agenda for the day anyway. “This is called coercion.”
“You do know the definition of that word, right?”
“Touché, little bunny.”
“You’re saying I don’t have a choice,” Rabbit said.
“Of course you have a choice. I’ve already set the trap and caught you in my snare, but there’s little fun to be had watching you struggle—unless it’s because you’re choking on my dick.”
Rabbit sputtered at that, but Baikal kept going as if the interruption hadn’t occurred.
“Choose, little bunny. Be free or be mine.”
“If I tell you to go ahead and do it,” Rabbit replied, “release the video and destroy her career, will you really back off?”
Baikal considered lying but couldn’t hold back the devilish grin.
Rabbit’s brow furrowed. “Why not? You can’t be that interested in me. You could have your pick of people on and off campus.”
“I want you.”
“Why—”
“This is tedious,” he stopped him. “Make your choice so we can get on with it before I choose for you.”
“Haven’t you already?” Rabbit sighed and closed his eyes, defeated. “I sleep with you and you destroy the video.”
“Yes.” Baikal was so close he could practically taste it.
“All right.” When he opened his eyes again tears were welling, but his expression remained firm and determined, stubborn to the last, even while surrendering. “I’ll do it. I agree.”
The darkness inside of Baikal yawned and stretched.
Time to finally get this show started.
Chapter 7:
“Strip,” the order was barked, leaving no room for argument as Baikal released him and stepped away.
