Summary:

“My fucking god, Hollander, you talk so much,” Rozanov says and Shane clenches his jaw. "I am not trying to set you up with Dom friend!”

“What then? You came to rub it in or–”

Rozanov throws his hands up in defeat and snaps, “Am trying to say; Hollander, I am Dom and I will Play with you, but you talk so fucking much I can not say this!”

Shane freezes. There’s no laughter now. His stomach swoops and plummets. 

“That’s not funny.”

“Do I look like I am laughing, Hollander? Am serious.”