Page 25 of Savage Hearts
Sloane laughs.“Barfly.”
“I love that movie. Mickey Rourke was so dope when he was young.”
Sloane makes a face at me. “Don’t say ‘dope.’ It makes you sound so Generation Z.”
“I am Gen Z.”
“Ugh. That explains why you’re so antisocial.”
“At least I’m not a Millennial. You guys are all narcissists.”
“We are not!” she says, indignant.
When I only stare at her with my lips quirked, she laughs again. “Okay. You got me.”
Declan looks interested in the turn in the conversation. “What generation am I?”
Without thinking, I chuckle and say, “Generation Big D.”
He cocks his head, Sloane lifts her brows, and I backpedal as fast as I can. “The D doesn’t stand for dick!”
Sloane drawls, “What does it stand for then, Smalls?”
Cringing, face flaming, I lift my shoulders up to my ears and lie meekly, “Dude?”
“Uh-huh.” She throws back her head and laughs. “Oh, god. If you only knew how right you are!”
Declan looks back and forth between us. “I’m lost.”
Sloane reaches over and squeezes his thigh. “The D stands for daddy, honey.”
He glances at her hand on his thigh, then looks at her mouth.
His blue eyes grow hot. His smile comes on slow and heated.
And I am so out of here.
I stand abruptly, almost knocking over my water glass.
Yanking at the hem of my dress, I say, “Be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“Ladies’ room.”
“Spider.” Declan snaps his fingers. Spider shoots to his feet.
“I think I can pee by myself, thanks.”
Ignoring me, Declan makes a motion with his hand to indicate Spider is to follow wherever I go.
Knowing I don’t have a say in the matter, I sigh and head toward the back of the restaurant, tugging self-consciously at my hem and hoping Spider isn’t following too closely. He’ll probably get an eyeful of one of my pasty butt cheeks.
Gah! Why did I agree to wear this stupid dress?
I burst through the bathroom door and lock myself into a stall. I sit on the toilet with my elbows propped on my thighs and my chin propped in my hands until it seems enough time has passed for Sloane to jerk off Declan under the table. Or whatever it was they were about to do.
Then I go to the sink to wash my hands. Even though I didn’t pee, clean hands are always a good idea.
