Page 93 of Rogue & Her Hunters
Joker turns to me with a flourish.
He has higher energy than Bird, even pretending to be tipsy because I’m sure that Joker is playing the same undercover trick as I am, and I didn’t know that was possible.
He points at my drink. “One fresh whiskey. Now, I’m owed a name.”
I can’t hold back the huff. “A romantic, huh?”
I take a deep swig of whiskey.
Joker glances at me heatedly over the rim of his glass. “Pfft, what’s the point of romance when you can be tied down and pegged until you see stars?”
Shocked, I spray the whiskey over the counter.
Joker laughs.
I wipe my hand over my mouth.
Okay, I may have messed up my seductress routine.
Joker grabs a handful of serviettes and wipes up the alcohol. “Not your kink?”
I narrow my eyes. “You’ll find out after we finish our drinks and I take yoursweet, innocentass up to my hotel room, won’t we?”
I expect him to blush, but instead, he looks delighted.
Joker hops to sit on the counter, ignoring the bartender’s scowl. “So, your name?”
“Switch.” I am certain that Joker would know my Adonis pack name, but part of me wants to give him something real of mine.
That damn scent of his.
“Switch.” Joker’s eyes sparkle, as he leans closer. “Guess that means you are one, right?”
Brat.
I shock Joker by grabbing his long hair and hauling him closer across the bar; his pupils dilate. “Then why aren’t you calledsub?”
Joker smirks. “Because someone may mistake me for a sandwich, although I do love being eaten.”
I groan, tugging on his hair again because I love his moan.
We obviously do both share an exhibitionist kink, even if we’re both acting.
We are, right?
“You’re really bad at jokes.” I let Joker go with a shove.
“Who said it was a joke?” He smooths down his jacket.
I take another swig of whiskey. “Why are you traveling here alone in this type of weather? Where’s your pack?”
This is the difficult part.
Here we go.
What type of lie will he tell?
Joker sits straighter. His gaze becomes sharper.
