Blanche's POV
I just shook my head. "No," I replied, my voice icy. My mood was absolutely foul.
Vincent knew exactly why I was pissed—Zain and Joanna were sitting way too close for comfort. He leaned in, dropping his voice to a whisper. "So, babe, do you like being on top or bottom?"
I shot upright, heat flooding my cheeks as I glared at him. "You—"
Vincent straightened too, that damn smirk playing on his lips. Then his expression shifted, turning serious. "See? You're overthinking everything."
I exhaled quietly, trying to calm down. But before I could get comfortable, Vincent leaned in again, his lips practically grazing my cheek. With that same teasing tone, he whispered, "So, do you prefer being on top, or are you more of a bottom girl?"
"Vincent," I pointed at him, my finger shaking with rage.
