None of that was what I was looking for, though. What I was looking for was—
“What are you doing in here?”
Halo.
I turned away from the hallway that led to the facilities at the back, to find him standing in front of one of the couches in the aptly named “chill zone.”
I swept my eyes down his body and noted his hands balled by his sides. “Maybe I needed to take a piss.”
“Bullshit,” Halo said, and my lips quirked at his tone—someone was not happy, and maybe slightly drunk. “Try again.”
I’d never been one to beat around the bush, and with the tequila buzzing through me, I was even less inclined to keep a lid on it. So I moved closer until only inches separated us and shrugged. “I wanted to see where you ran off to.”
“I didn’t run off.”
“Looked like it to me.”
“Well, excuse me if I didn’t want to sit there and watch you get your dick sucked.”
“Why not?” I said. “You not into watching? You like to participate? I’d be more than happy to accommodate you, Angel.”
Halo’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I think I’ve been pretty clear that I’m not into guys, Viper. Give it a rest, would you?”
I shoved my hands into my pockets to keep them from doing something stupid, like grabbing his chin and making him admit that was a fucking lie. But when Halo dropped his eyes to my open jeans, I decided to go a different route.
“You didn’t seem that interested in the women out there, so you can hardly blame me for being a little…confused.”
It worked like a charm.
Halo’s eyes flew back to mine. “I was interested.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” I let my gaze drop to his scowling lips and chuckled. “I bet you can’t even describe the one who had her hand on your dick.”
Halo’s mouth opened and then shut. “I bet you can’t describe the guy who was about to suck yours.”
“You’re right,” I agreed, and then leaned forward on my toes, getting in his personal space. “I was too busy looking at you.”
Halo’s eyes widened until they looked as though they were about to fall out, and then he shook his head, blinked a couple of times, and, without another word, stepped around me and walked out of the bathroom.
Well, that’ll give him something to think about later, won’t it?
Nineteen
Halo
WHAT THE HELL happened back there?
I clasped my hands behind my neck and stared up at the ceiling of my apartment, unable to get Viper’s words from earlier out of my head.
“I was too busy looking at you.”
Why? Why the fuck was he looking at me? He had a waiting list of men to choose from, so it wasn’t like he was hard up for attention. Why bother with someone he knew was straight, especially when I’d reminded him more than once?
Groaning in frustration, I toed off my shoes and kicked them into the closet and then shrugged off my jacket, leaving it where it fell. Okay, so sue me, I wasn’t interested in the women tonight. That didn’t mean I was interested in Viper. Was that what he thought? That because I didn’t want to ride the groupie train, I’d be down for whatever he had in mind?
The room began to spin, all the vodka I’d consumed tonight finally deciding to kick in full force, and I dropped back onto my bed.
Maybe that was the problem. I’d gotten drunk and imagined Viper looking at me the way he had. He’d obviously been enjoying his choice for the evening, even if tie guy wasn’t anywhere near Viper’s league. It was annoying as shit to think Viper would even bother with someone like that, someone who was obviously using him. Then again, I supposed it was a trade-off.
But…why had Viper followed me? He’d been about two seconds away from having tie guy’s mouth on his dick, so why blow off a sure thing to antagonize me? It didn’t make any sense. Hell, I didn’t even remember going in the bathroom or why, only that there was no way I could sit in the VIP and watch what was about to go down—which meant tie guy, literally.
The image of Viper on the couch with tie guy between his legs flashed through my head again. It hadn’t been the man on his knees Viper was watching—it’d been me. And the truth I didn’t want to acknowledge was that I’d been watching him right back.
This is fucking insane. I’m not attracted to Viper like that. To any guy like that. I closed my eyes, trying to conjure up a visual of one of the girls from tonight, but they came up only in the periphery as my mind focused in on Viper’s rogue grin as he’d mouthed, “Like what you see?” It’d been like a rubber band snapping me in my face. I hadn’t even realized I’d been watching them until that point, and I definitely hadn’t noticed Viper watching me watching them.