Eros pushed his drink to the center of the table and leaned back. “Enough about me.” His dark gaze hardened, and he stared at me with so much mischief in his eyes. “How was Chastion? I heard you went out with some people.”
My cheeks flushed, thinking back to all the men and women in those small cubicles, all the dirty things that were doing. I tapped my fingers on my glass. “Chastion was… good. Annen’s was better.”
“Did you flirt?”
Did I flirt? God, I could barely hold a conversation without stumbling over my words. Flirting was totally out of the question, especially when Eros wasn’t with me. If I had to do it—like if another Javier situation popped up out of nowhere—then I would. But… not now.
When I didn’t answer him, he raised a brow at me. “Well, if you didn’t flirt then, you’re g
