Page 50 of One Wrong Step
His gaze shifts to me, and instead of getting the hint to fuck off, his gaze roams over me.
What the hell? The Adonis nods and—wait, is he interested in both of us? Together? As in a threesome?
My brain seems to disengage from my mouth. Not that I’m interested, but I’ve never had anyone even consider it before.
Vivian’s flippant attitude is gone, replaced by sharp awareness. He pulls me closer. “Fuck off,” he says to the Adonis.
Thankfully, we’ve reached the front, and it’s the guy’s turn to order.
When it’s our turn, we order our food, and once we get it, we search for a place in the shade to eat. I’ve already scarfed down my food by the time we stop.
Vivian stares at me. “How?”
I shrug. “I’m a growing boy.”
He closes his eyes for a second. “You can’t say things like that. Not in this crowd.”
That makes no sense. Who would be interested in me? Especially with Vivian around?
He pushes my face to the side, where a blond twink is eyeing me.
“Hey, there,” the twink says with a coy look on his face. “I’d love to help you grow.”
“He’s taken,” Vivian says, pulling me closer and glaring at the guy.
After he flounces off, Vivian looks at me. I’m still staring at him.
“Oh. Sorry.” He shrugs one shoulder. “You looked uncomfortable. If you’re interested, I can call him back.”
Why would I be interested in him? Vivian practically claimed me. But he must misread my inability to get my brain and mouth to work together because he drops my hand and walks away.
Fuck. I run after him, but Jesus, he’s fast when he wants to be. I finally catch up to him. Grabbing his shoulder, I turn him around. “Stop, Vivian.”
He stares at me, looking unsure and more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen. “What?”
“Don’t walk away from me.” I realize how that sounds, but Vivian always responds better when my voice is commanding. This time is no different.
Except we’re surrounded by people. A couple of drag queens step closer, and that’s when I realize how this looks. I’m taller than Vivian. Bigger. And acting like a brute.
“It’s fine. We’re fine.” I’m trying to appease them, but not for the reason they think. I’m trying to save them from Vivian. He doesn’t like anyone trying to protect him.
Especially when it’s not warranted.
“Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?” the blond asks. Her wig has long spiral curls. And her face is adorned with gorgeous makeup and a full beard.
“Him?” Vivian asks with a smirk. “He’s a bit clueless sometimes, but otherwise harmless.”
“Harmless?” The other queen has brown hair with blond highlights piled on her head. I really don’t understand how they aren’t melting in this heat. She studies me, but I’m not sure what she’s looking for. “Maybe you should move along, sweetie. Find someone else to bother.”
What? I would never hurt Vivian.
“He’s fine.” Vivian smiles at them. And I’m surprised he isn’t yelling, but I guess their hearts are in the right place.
“You don’t have to put up with this, honey. Meatheads like this think pretty things are theirs for the taking.”
Vivian smirks. “You’re not wrong about that. Except this meathead is with me.”
The blond queen laughs and then stops. “Wait, you’re serious?” She gives me another once-over.
