Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys 7)

He watched Sebastian’s expression darken with fury and humiliation.

“You know what? I will,” Sebastian said. “Get out of my room.”

Vlad did, letting the door slam shut behind him.

He stood in the corridor for a moment, willing his body to relax.

“What?” he snapped when he noticed Luke watching him from the end of the corridor.

Luke’s brows drew together as he warily eyed Vlad’s clenched fists and furious expression. “Not sure I want a bodyguard that doesn’t make me feel safe around him.”

“Go ahead, fire me,” Vlad growled before stalking into his room.

He slammed this door shut, too, before sagging against it and pressing the heel of his hand against his erection. Fuck.

Chapter 9

Vlad half-expected Sebastian to sulk in his room for the rest of the day.

He was wrong.

Sebastian emerged out of his room by evening, dressed to the nines in a black sheer shirt and black jeans that were so tight they looked painted on his long legs. Vlad had to drag his eyes away from his thighs, scowling. The guy’s thighs were more shapely than most women’s.

“I’m going out,” Sebastian announced to the room at large, ignoring Vlad completely.

Luke, who was lounging on the couch in front of the TV, frowned. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

Sebastian shrugged. “I’m not going to hide forever and put my life on hold because of those pricks. I’m going out.”

“At least take Vlad with you,” Luke said.

Entirely unamused, Vlad said, “I’m your bodyguard, not his.”

Sebastian didn’t look his way. “You know what? It’s a great idea,” he told Luke. “Thanks!”

“My job is your safety,” Vlad said, glaring at Luke. “Not babysitting the strays you pick up.”

“Don’t mention it,” Luke said, smiling and winking at Sebastian. They both pretended to not have heard Vlad. Little shits.

“I’m not going,” Vlad said.

“You are,” Luke said. “You know I’m perfectly safe here, so go with Seb—”

“You can’t order me to go.”

“I can, actually,” Luke said, yawning. “While Roman is out of the country, I’m the one giving you your orders. And I’m ordering you to go with Sebastian and make sure he doesn’t get hurt while he’s out.”

Vlad wasn’t sure which of them he hated more at the moment.

He stood up and went to his room.

A few moments later, he returned, putting his gun in his holster and shrugging into a dark jacket. He said nothing to the two men, but his stony face must have said it all because they both looked uncertain.

Sebastian eyed him warily before squaring his shoulders and heading out of the flat. Vlad followed him silently, glowering at his nape. His eyes dropped to Sebastian’s ass. He wondered how the guy even got into those jeans. His ass really was fucking huge. And the way Sebastian walked, swaying his hips just so, was clearly designed to attract attention to his ass and plump thighs. Vlad was pretty sure the little shit wasn’t wearing underwear.

The twenty-minute drive passed in stony silence. If the cab driver noticed the tension, he didn’t say anything.

Once they arrived, Vlad silently followed the model inside the club, trailing some distance behind him.

The club was packed. Sebastian was immediately swept away by the current of people, and Vlad was pretty sure he lost Vlad from his sight. Vlad didn’t, of course. He leaned against the wall and watched him from afar, slipping into the mindset of a bodyguard: detached, but watchful and alert.

Sebastian drank some colorful beverage at the bar before moving to the dance floor. It didn’t take him long to attract attention. Before long, he was swaying his hips to the rhythmic music, his eyes closed and head thrown back on another man’s shoulder. Male hands touched his hips as their owner ground his crotch against Sebastian’s ass.

Vlad watched the display with growing distaste. It wasn’t even a gay club, for fuck’s sake. How did that man know that it was okay to dance that way with a total stranger? That he wouldn’t get punched in the face for grinding against another man? It wasn’t like Sebastian looked like a twink or something.

Maybe it was because he looked like a fucking slag. Vlad’s eyes roamed over Sebastian’s sheer shirt with contempt before settling once again on the hands holding Sebastian’s hips. Disgusting.

He glared at the guy’s hands, but instead of disappearing under the force of his gaze, they slipped under the sheer shirt to grope Sebastian’s pale tummy.

Realizing his body had gone rigid, Vlad tried to relax but couldn’t quite manage it. He watched the guy knead Sebastian’s stomach, his hand slipping up to stroke his nipples. Sebastian’s lips parted. The slut was clearly enjoying himself—enjoying having his chest groped by a total stranger in public. Vlad lifted his eyes to Sebastian’s and found him already looking at him through sultry, heavy-lidded eyes. Sebastian smiled at Vlad and bared his neck to the other guy, letting him kiss his neck while the guy’s hands stroked his nipples. Vlad didn’t need to hear to know that Sebastian was moaning, grinding back against the other man.