Sam looked at Rainn. ““I said, ‘Hands off. He’s mine.’”
Rainn laughed again.
“I love how you can’t stop blushing,” Sam said with a grin.
This was thrilling, Rainn thought. He was delighted by all the flirting, but he still sensed tension in the room. Clearly his employer bothered Cyprian. Roger and Sam, too.
Sam caught Roger blowing Rainn a kiss and pointed two fingers at him to tell him, “I see you.” He said, “I love Roger, but I worry his big mouth or his leering eyes will get him in trouble sooner rather than later.”
The song changed to something faster, and the crowd whooped.
Sam leaned in to whisper, “You are adorable. How sho—uh, how tall are you?”
Rainn laughed. “You were about to ask how short I am. I’m five-six.”
“My little pocket gardener.”
Rainn laughed once more, then flexed his arm. “But, hey! I’m nobody’s wimp.”
Sam smirked. “Pint-sized but powerful.” He squeezed Rainn’s bicep. “May I slide my hand lower?”