"What's my problem? You are the one with the problem and you don't even know it." Hartley huffed and crossed his arms, watching James pace like the idiot he was. "You know, even in the scenario where the lies you're telling yourself would be true, you'd still be the asshole that used me for his sexual experimentation without letting me in on the fact."

Hartley wasn't even sure whether knowing that it was more than that made it better or worse. "Do you want me to just wait around in the corner the next time you feel like testing your straightness? You're like the most unsatisfying and selfish lap-dance anyone could ever get."