He only asked me because he had in mind a man outside this group. Didn’t he?
“Why are you asking me that? I went out there to have a good time. Not find a man to sleep with. I’m not looking.”
There it is. That tease in my voice again. As if I’m flirting with him.
It doesn’t go unnoticed.
He flashes a cute smile.
One that drips with poison underneath.
“That’s not why I asked. You wouldn’t be so naive,” he says, dipping his gaze to my body and bringing it up wrapped in a hurricane as if he just learned something about me.
I take offense.
“Excuse me??” I shrill.