“No one was asking you.”
I turn my attention back to the bar, flagging the bartender down to pour me another drink, but Zander’s eyes are burning a hole in the side of my head, so I struggle to keep my no fucks given attitude in place. All I can think about is him bending me over the fucking bar and ploughing himself into my pussy, spectators be damned.
When I don’t give him another glance, he crosses his arms and speaks again, his voice rough.
“Are you honestly sitting here alone? Let me guess, you’re looking for your next client?”
I down most of my fresh drink and shrug.
“I wanted a drink, so I’m having one. Why do you care? I can handle myself,” I say curtly as annoyance takes over his features.
“I don’t give a fuck what happens to you, I was just calling you out for being stupid. This place is probably teeming with herpes, so have at it,” he grits out, his fingers twitching by his side as he uncrosses his arms.
“Makes all the sense that you’re here. Anyway, I was thirsty and I have things to do, so I’d better be on my way. Please tell Henry I said hello, Sir,” I answer smoothly, standing and turning to leave but his voice stops me.
“Don’t call me ‘Sir’, I’m not my father and I’m sure as shit not middle aged. I’m Zander,” he grunts out, and I’m not sure who is more surprised, me or him.
I give him a soft smile, reaching out to touch his arm lightly on my way past him.
“Well, Zander, please tell your father I said hello,” then I walk out, making sure to sway my hips as I go.
I feel his burning gaze on me until I close the door behind me.