Page 82 of Volatile Obsessions

My already buggered mood plummeted to downright sour.

Tightening my grip on the tumbler, I drained the remaining contents and inhaled a deep breath in attempt to calm myself.

But it didn’t do shit if I’m being honest.

There was just way too much going on.

Way. Too. Much.

I was going to explode if I didn’t find a proper distraction soon.

Seconds later, said proper distraction trailed right into my line of sight like an encouraging gift from satan himself. She looked good; teeny tiny with long lilac waves that hung to the small of her back. Sashaying past me to the bookcase, she bent over at the waist and scanned the titles on the bottom shelf.

All ass.

She was all ass in this skin-tight mini skirt. If she bent over any more, said ass would be on full display.

“Psssttt,” I hissed at her, and immediately her head whipped around to where I sat—as if she’d been hoping I’d do that all along.

Apparently, she was, because when I crooked a finger at her, she abandoned her search and came hustling toward me without any hesitations at all.

Standing before me now, I could feel her expectant gaze as she awaited my next move. I lifted my eyes to meet her stare and offered her a lopsided smirk. She really was very pretty; regal gray eyes and full pouty lips.

I can work with this.

Disposing my emptied tumbler on the small table beside us, I leaned back further into my seat and patted my lap. She crawled right in and crossed her legs, flashing me a salacious smile as she gave me an appreciative sweep of her own.

“I’m gonna need your name,” I said to her, running a finger along her chin.

“Azalea,” she murmured coyly. “But my friends call me Zay.”

“Well, Zay, care to take a walk with me?”

“Where?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” I grinned, twirling a finger through the air. “Around.”

Azalea eyed me curiously for a beat or two, probably debating whether or not she could trust me. “I suppose we can. It’s not like we can go very far. Just let me tell my best friend I’m disappearing for a few so she doesn’t freak. She’s out in the kitchen.”

You’ll be disappearing for more than few but okay…

Tipping my head, the grin on my lips morphed into a sinister smirk. “I’ll get us drinks then. What’s your poison of choice?”

“Got any tequila?”

I gave a subtle nod. “I do, yes.”

“Tequila it is then—what did you say your name was?” she asked, prompting me lean into her personal bubble.

“I didn’t.”

Azalea seemed completely unfazed, leaning in closer, too. “Well you know mine, so...”

I could smell the tequila on her breath.

Chuckling, I raked a finger along her collar bone. “Roman King.”

“Mmm, the king huh?” Her voice was a purr, goosebumps dotting her skin.

“I like to think so, yes.”

“Well, treat me right and I’ll make sure to treat you like a king. I’ll be back, handsome.” She pecked my cheek, then slid off my lap in one fluid movement, taking care to give me another full, unprecedented view of her ass as she did so.

A glint of a smirk settled on her lips when she caught me enjoying it.

“You’re cheeky.”

“And you like it,” she countered.

“Guilty. That said, run along now. Go find your friend and say what you need to say. I’m not fond of waiting very long.”

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