“Are you my plaything, too, then?” I press a hand to his chest and slide it down, savoring the feel of his body under his shirt. “I’m whatever you want me to be.” Our eyes meet, and I resist the urge to look away. The bartender finishes with our orders, sliding two short crystal glasses across the bar. Apparently, he’s feeling bold, because he tips a smile my way. We both take our glasses and then turn away, weaving through the crowd. “I think I’ll have him killed.” Nadir takes a casual sip of his drink, and I choke on mine. “Why?” “I don’t like the way he was looking at you. He was watching
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