Page 16 of All Mine (The All Mine #1)

Etienne

Etienne placed the whiskies on the table and the three each lifted a glass. The Runaway Train were now playing Michael Jackson and the dance floor was crammed with people moonwalking and grabbing their own crotches with abandon.

‘You took your time,’ Walker said.

‘Got a bit distracted.’ Etienne grinned.

‘We saw,’ Fox said, clinking their glasses together.

‘So, when are you getting together?’

Etienne took a long swallow of beer.

‘Don’t know yet,’ he said, finally. ‘The fun is in the chase at the moment.’

‘That makes a change for you.’ Fox laughed.

‘Maybe she’s holding out for me,’ Walker suggested, earning himself his third and final dead arm of the night.

‘One thing I do know, though. . .’ Etienne took another drink. ‘My cock’s working fine.’