Page 16 of He is Poison

“Yeah, ’cause what doyou care about titties. Only chauffeurs for Domenico Acerbi.” Seth snorted andlicked the breadcrumbs off his fingers.

Domenico spread hishands with a small smile. “You watch her, and I’ll take my time watching you. Acircle of energy. She can watch me if she wants.”

Seth frowned. Did Domjust joke or was there something he didn’t get? “You can’t watch me likethat.”

Domenico sighed. “Whatdo you mean ‘you can’t’?”

“It’s just… it’s wrong,”Seth finished flatly, unsure how else to explain it without revealing hisnewfound family knowledge. He looked out the window, though he couldn’t careless.

“I’d like to watch you.I showed you some of my skin, why don’t you reciprocate?” said Domenico in aconversational tone.

Seth groaned and tuckedhis T-shirt into his jeans. He liked them tight, but now he regretted how shortthe garment was. “No.”

“Aw, that’s so cute. Areyou shy, Villani?” chuckled Domenico, resting his chin on top of his forearms,which he folded on the chair’s backrest.

Was Dom flirting withhim? Seth swallowed, uncomfortable with his new roommate’s confidence. Howcould the bastard be flirting with a straight guy? “It’s not ‘cute’. I don’twanna be ogled.”

Domenico grinned,leaning back, which showcased his hard torso and stomach. The guy wasn’t bulky,but he was all muscle, like a wild cat. “News flash, Villani, you’re alwaysgonna be ogled.”

Uncomfortable was Seth’snew middle name, but being as big as he was, there was nowhere to hide. “Not byguys.”

“Yeah? You think yourround ass somehow deflects their attention?”

Seth pulled a blanketover himself, heat rushing up his neck. “Here. Better?” he groaned, confusedand unsure how he felt about Domenico Acerbi liking his ass.

Domenico let out a laughand slapped himself on the thigh. “Are you gonna buy a burqa next?”

“Ah, fuck you.” Sethrolled to his side, but then realization dawned on him, and he glared back atDom. “Hey. Where willyousleep?”

“On the bed.”

“Where’s the other bed?”

Domenico took anothersandwich out of the bag and smelled it with a grimace of distaste. “There is noother bed.”

“We’re sleeping inonebed?” Seth was dying with anxiety. He wouldsoget a boner. “Maybe add achauffeur on top of that.”

“What?” Domenico bit intothe sandwich. “A three-way in a single bed? That’s fucking dreadful.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m not the one whodragged poor Tony into this.”

“Listen, can we stoptalking gay stuff? I’m really done with it.”

“Of course you are.”Domenico chewed another bite off the sandwich.

“So… do you think it’sdangerous for me to go out?” Seth curled under the blanket.

Domenico gave him ashrug, his skin had a warm tint in the glow of the naked lightbulb that hungfrom the ceiling. “Not sure, but better safe than sorry.” Slowly, Domenicolooked up at Seth. “So better don’t try anything funny. Next time, you mightlose more than a finger.”

“I have a gun, youknow.” Seth slid off the bed and started looking for his sleepwear. Domenicohad picked out some weapons on the way from the airport.

“A gun you don’t evenknow how to use safely.” There was no mocking in Domenico’s voice this time. Itwas contempt.

“I forgot,” Sethmumbled, quickly changing into the tank top he’d packed for sleeping, but hewould go to the restroom to change his pants. Even if it didn’t have a door.

“That’s the thing. Nexttime you ‘forget’, you might lose your balls,” said Domenico with his mouthfull.