Chapter 8

Of course, William’s expression and eyebrow tick told him.

Parker’s eyes travelled between both of them and his expression made John’s jaw tighten with irritation. Parker was more than amused. He was gloating. John’s tongue got the best of him as his irritation grew to annoyance. “So those sniping little comments that disappear minutes after they’re posted about you being a prick are true then?”

Parker shrugged. “Probably. But why do you think so?”

“Only a prick plays mind games.”

William choked. Parker tee-peed his fingers under his chin and leaned his elbows on the table. John merely glared.

“This is not a mind game,” Parker corrected. “More a battle of wills.”

“You know, Parker, you sound as if you are a very cold man,” John said quietly. “And that’s a damn shame considering so many of your fans look up to you as a love interest.”

Parker laughed. “My fans want me to fuck them. Not love them.”