“Daniel.”
“Right.” I roll my wrist in his grip. “Look, Daniel. You’re attractive and all, but as you pointed out, I just broke up with Chase, and I’m not really looking to get into bed with anyone else right now. So, whatever you think you’re getting out of this, you’re not.”
It’s a lie. I really want to get laid. I could use a good dicking down after all these years. Daniel’s definitely attractive, but not my type at all. I would much rather go for a round with the hot masked guy instead.
“Trust me. I’m not looking for secondhand goods, Stephanie.” I feel my right eyebrow twitch up at the insult. “Although, even when Chase was screwing a different girl every weekend, he constantly said you were his favorite. That he could always count on you to bend over for him.”
Well, if I wasn’t already planning on never getting back together with Chase, this just sealed the deal. It’s one thing to talk about your sex life with your close friends, but I’ve never even heard of Daniel a day in my life. Which means Chase has been slutting me out to anyone who will listen. Probably acting like his penis is some magical nine-inch wand. Just wonderful.
“Well, unfortunately for Chase, I will no longer be bending over for him.” I narrow my eyes at him, trying to give him my best bitch stare. “I don’t know what you want, Daniel, other than to stand here and insult me about my ex, so let go of my damn wrist.”
His eyes flicker to the door before he tightens his grip, the pressure painful now. Panic lances through my body. Oh, hell no. I’m not dealing with this shit. I don’t think he is going to try anything shady, but I’ve heard one too many horror stories to risk it. I shove my free hand into his chest before bringing my shin up to collide with his balls. I hear the breath woosh out of his chest as he curls forward, and I spin my wrist out of his grasp. Free, I turn to grab the doorknob. My hand slips, fingertips brushing over it, as I feel Daniel grab my dress and pull. He mutters something, but I miss it as a shocked yelp escapes my throat.
“What the fuck?”
I’m about to have an all-out brawl with this guy in the storage closet.
I’m such a dumbass. Why did I even let him drag me this far?
Fucking Chase.
“Well, this isn’t the bathroom.”
Daniel and I both go still at the new voice, his hand turning slack. I turn around and come face-to-face with a bright red light. Relief floods my body, and I lurch forward to grab Blade’s arm. He quickly maneuvers me behind him, and I keep clutching his bicep. His very toned, muscular bicep, from what I can feel.
“Huh, considering this isn’t the bathroom, it smells like a load of bullshit in here.” Blade muses. Daniel’s jaw hardens as his focus switches over to Blade. “You should go back to your stream bunnies, Decker. Get them to lick your wounds.”
“Why don’t you take off that mask and say it to my face.”
“I wouldn’t want to make you feel worse about yourself when you see how handsome I am.”
“I know you’re ugly as shit under there.”
“At least I know people follow me because I’m actually a good gamer, unlike someone who sits around shirtless eighty percent of the time.”
“Fuck you, Blade.” Daniel snarls before pushing past us and slamming the closet door behind him. I let go of Blade and allow myself to fall back against the door, slowly sinking to the ground, ass resting against my heels.
Blade crouches before me, silver chain swinging across his neck. My eyes trace the veins there before they get lost under his shirt. My heart is beating faster in Blade’s mere presence than it was when Daniel was hounding me.
“I’m going to ask you this again, and I want the truth. Are you alright?”
His voice isn’t deep, but it has this guttural tone to it. Something that draws you in, like a siren song. No wonder people don’t care about seeing his face, his voice is all you need. You just want to hear more, even if it’s only for a second.
“Like I said, I’m fine. Some jackass’s shitty comments aren’t enough to tear down my walls.”
It’s the truth. Daniel never really freaked me out. He was just being rude as fuck. In fact, he only made me angry. Secondhand goods? As if. Chase was the one sticking his hot dog in various buns. I can’t believe Daniel had the gall to act like my vagina wasn’t good enough for him. I bet he has a pencil dick.
“Yeah, I can see that. You’ve got a little fire in you.”
“Try a volcano.”
Blade laughs, and my abdomen clenches in response.
“Why in the world did you think it was a smart idea to follow Decker out here?” I avert my gaze to the ground, but he tilts my chin until I’m forced to look at him, the red light burning my eyes.
“He seemed harmless enough.”
He chuckles. “There isn’t a man in that room who is harmless.”
“Not even you?”
“Especially not me.”
I stare into the X’s, the dim lighting turning them a little more opaque as I search for a glimpse of his eyes. There is something about not knowing what his face looks like that sends tingles across my thighs. I haven’t had this kind of visceral reaction to another person in years. Sure, there were guys I thought were hot while dating Chase, but there was never anyone so utterly captivating. The air conditioner turns on, and a breeze of cool air runs over my body, making me even more aware of the growing wetness below. At odds with the shiver across my body, my cheeks heat with embarrassment at my attraction.
Uneasily, I push myself off the floor to stand back against the door, giving myself the ability to squeeze my thighs together. It’s a shitty attempt to alleviate the growing pressure, and it’s stupidly obvious given the fact that he is still crouching before me, his face practically in line with my pussy.
He cocks his head, looking up at me, and I squirm again. A soft chuckle bounces his shoulders, and I have to fight myself to not bite my bottom lip.
Blade stands up, his full height towering over me.
“Something wrong, little dove?”
I grit my teeth, but even I can see my chest heaving up and down as my attraction takes over my body. How the hell is he so hot? Dammit. I need to get out of here before Horny Stevie makes an appearance and does something stupid, like lick him…or suck him.
My hand fumbles for the doorknob, struggling to function because I can’t take my eyes off him no matter how hard I try. Blade’s hand comes to rest across mine, holding it firm against the handle. His heat transfers into me, and I melt at his rough skin over mine.
I must be drunk…on his smell or something.
“Do you want to leave, Stevie?”
I don’t want to. What I want is to give in to Horny Stevie. Have a little fun. Be satisfied for once. Give a giant “fuck you” to Chase.
I shake my head, letting any rational thoughts fade away.