Dzhan
Roxanne walks away from me, confident like a naughty cat, her perky a*ss swaying with every step she makes toward that stranger. God, the things I’d do to that a*ss. Spank her. It’s not like she doesn’t deserve it. I’d make sure those perfect globes are as red as that skin-tight mini dress of hers before I push right inside her, making her scream my name.
She doesn’t care though. She just right up and left, head raised high, twisting the rules of the game. I try like hell to hold it. To ignore that blinding smile she flashes the stupid, age-appropriate, and too handsome for his own good guy, and stick to the plan. The guy smiles back, his hand reaching out to touch her arm, and damn it, if he wants to keep that arm he should back off.
My hand around my bottle of beer tightens, my
