'So, I'm the experienced one…' The thought raced through Dylan's mind as he stared at Lucas's back in front of him.
After explaining what he needed, Lucas had simply dragged him into a room, guiding him toward the bed. He sat down first, then lightly pulled Dylan to sit beside him.
Now, they were facing each other.
Dylan sat there, his thoughts running wild, overlapping and clashing in his head.
He finally spoke, his tone slightly edged,
"So… I'm the expert."
Lucas nodded immediately, and somehow, that reaction only made things worse.
It irritated Dylan.
The way Lucas said it… the way he accepted it so easily, it felt condescending.
It pulled him back to his days in Korea. Back in those clubs. Yes, he had been a stripper, but that was all. He danced, he teased, he entertained. Sometimes he helped them off, yes… but he never went home with them. Never slept with them.
So hearing Lucas say it like that… like he was some kind of professional…
It didn't sit right with him.
