"Are you sure you're okay? We could step out for some air," Oliver's smooth voice spoke close to Baby's ear.
Baby gulped his drink and set his cup down, his pulse spiking as the object of his attention approached the booth.
"I'm fine," He murmured a reply to Oliver, blinking away from Saint's figure.
For some sick reason, he felt something different in the way Saint stared at him, and that dark look made him feel like he'd been caught doing something very bad, which he wasn't.
He grabbed another drink and glanced at Saint, frowning as he imagined many ways his fun could be ruined because of Saint's presence.
Rode led Saint over, his face clearly unwelcoming towards his new guest.
Saint's eyes were on Baby, who was now looking in another direction, pretending he hadn't noticed him. And very slowly, his eyes narrowed at the guy beside Baby, taking in the way Oliver's gaze hungrily asked Baby's body.
He frowned.
He didn't like it.
