Watch Me Watch You

“So he’s just going to watch?” The man, call him Marcus (Kevin was vague on his name because it hardly mattered) stood with his arms crossed and a guarded expression on his face. He had a nice physique, big and burly and toned, his skin a glowing amber brown and his eyes dark with suspicion. “That’s it?”

“That’s it,” Petey confirmed.

“You’re not going to tie him up or nothing?”

“No need to. He knows his place, don’t you, sweetie?” Petey blew a kiss in his direction. Continue reading