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"But, what?" I ask.
"Nothing." She blushes now.
"Hey, guys. I want you to meet my boyfriend. This is Serrano."
"Nice to meet you, Serrano."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too," the skinny man says with a French accent.
"Hi," Skye says. "I’m Skye."
"Ah. You're the one with the beautiful red hair!" He nods. "I heard about you."
"You did?" she asks.
"Yes, I am a stylist. I work for a very famous hairdresser and, well, I wanted to give my card to you so you could give it to your stylist, because we have a new product that we created just for redheads to make the hair shiny, shiny, and silky." He touches her hair. "You have beautiful hair, but it is not at its best. See?” Skye blinks, and I burst out laughing. "I hope you're not offended. I just thought this could be good business for your stylist, and of course, if you buy some products from us, we will give you some free for yourself to take home."
Skye looks to me and shakes her head, "Do not even say a word."
"Okay," I nod.
I look over at India, who's looking bored. "Is there something going on here that I should know about?" India says, pointing between me and Skye. "Does she really work with you, or is this some sort of game, like you guys are fucking and pretending you don't know each other so you can pick each other up in the bar, and then go to the restrooms at the back and fuck?" She rolls her eyes. "Because that's so 2010."
"No. We are definitely not about to go to the back and fuck," I say, though I can feel myself growing hard at the thought.
"I wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole." Skye blinks and the bartender arrives with our shots.
"Here you guys go."
"And another one for Serrano here," I say to the bartender, who lets out his sigh.
"What is it with you people?" he mutters under his breath.
I don't even bother to ask him to clarify what he's talking about. He makes another tequila shot, brings it back, and hands it to Serrano. "Cheers, everyone," I say. As I down the smooth liquor, I look into Skye's eyes as she drinks hers and coughs lightly. "You okay? I guess you don't swallow much, huh?"
She stares at me for a couple of seconds, blinking as she shakes her head. "I'll have you know that you will never know if I swallow or not." She licks her lips, then looks down at my crotch and then back into my eyes. "I know you wish I wanted you, and I know you wish I gave a shit about you being here with a woman, but I don't. I do not care about you whatsoever, Kingston Chase. I don't want you, not even for one night, not even for one second, so get off your high horse and I'll see you on Monday."
Chapter Seven
Skye
"I am so embarrassed!" I wail to Elisabetta as she gets ready for bed. "Scratch that. I'm mortified. Please go and dig a grave for me right now."
"You're so dramatic, Skye." She looks over her shoulder at me as she grabs a makeup remover wipe and starts rubbing it against her skin. "It's fine."
"No, it's not fine. I was freaking acting like a fool and trying to make my boss jealous and telling him he was jealous and the guy was not into me."
"Well, I mean, you thought he was into you."
"Yeah, I thought he was into me, but turns out that I don't have the body parts that he's looking for."
"You could always get some if you want," she says, giggling.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You've never heard of strap-ons?" She tilts her head to the side. "Actually, I wonder."
"You wonder what?"
