“Welcome to my rogue w***e house,” he said. I slapped my hands against my forehead at the extent of his joke. He just sent a very bulky man, that I was certain will never forget today, I out of the room and he was making jokes?
“Was that supposed to be a joke?” he shrugged his perfectly formed very attractive shoulders and for some reason, that slight raise of his shoulders made him even more beautiful.
“That wasn't very funny,” I continued.
“Oh?”
“Yes.”
“I would have thought I was funny. A lot of people think that,” he raised his eyes to the ceiling like he was trying to recall something. Probably the many times he's been lied to about being a jokester.
I said nothing for a while. My arms were limp at my side. I had no idea what to do with them. They were like useless noodles and i
