Chapter 71
Sweet. The challenge was on.
One of Samson's friends called over to him and the pissing contest was broken. "Namaste, bitches." A cheeky grin and one more appraising look for me, then he swaggered off.
"Demonstrating a stellar mastery of Eastern teachings, that one," I said.
Rohan planted himself in front of me. "You're pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?"
"Yup."
"If you can't follow directions, then you're on the next flight home."
I curled my fingers into his belt loops, so no one could tell how deep my nails gouged my palms. "Samson's watching us," I murmured, pouting. "Also, your directions sucked balls. Samson wasn't going to give a shit about a pale imitation nobody of every chick he'd ever bagged."
Rohan nuzzled my ear, his nip hard enough to make me wince. "You should have run it past me."