Bad Boy Games

I gritted my teeth as his hands ran up the blonde bimbo's thighs and when he leaned forward to suck on her neck my hands clenched into fists under the table. The whole time he kept his eyes locked with mine, a gleam in them that is making it clear what he's thinking.
He's playing with me. And that look that he's giving me is making it painfully clear that he's challenging me like I did to him yesterday. I only have one thing to say to him:
Game on, Mr. Bad Boy!