“So I’m not allowed to dance with anyone, is that what you're saying?”
“You're catching on, Vix.” He leans down and kisses my shoulder.
I turn and sit up. “So it’s okay for Chasity to dance on your dick but I can’t dance with Skittles?”
He frowns. “It wasn’t like that, Tanner. All of us were getting lap dances. What did you want me to do? Refuse?”
I shrug. Um yeah.
“I’m the president, Tanner. I have a reputation to hold around here, and I can’t just start blowing off every girl who looks at me. It would raise questions we both can’t answer.”
I sigh and flop back down. He’s right. Our friendship is a secret, and that’s exactly what it is, a friendship. He’s not mine.
“I get it Zeke, but if you don’t want me flaunting around guys in front of you, I believe I deserve the same courtesy.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “I get it, Vix. I will be more cautious next time.” He leans over and kisses my lips. “Be good baby,” he says quietly as he leaves me to go back to his room.