Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“He’s almost too good to be true,” I replied honestly. “We’re at that beginning stage where we keep saying we’re just gonna spend one more night together. Just one more.”
The plan was for me to go home after work tomorrow, though that’d been our initial plan yesterday too. Home after dance practice—and today, home after lunch, because he had work that included a conference call. I guessed that one was over now.
“What do you mean—like, it’s temporary?” Cam wondered.
Oh crap, no, not like that. “No, I mean—since it’s so new. We’re supposed to take it slow and meet up for dates and stuff when we have time. You know? But his schedule at work is so hectic, and last week, after our first proper dinner date, he finally brought me back to his place and screwed my brains out. And then we called in sick the morning after, and I’ve been at his place ever since.”
Cam sighed wistfully. “That’s the stuff right there.”
I leaned back against the bath pillow again. If Wyatt wanted to listen in, he could. I wasn’t saying anything I didn’t want him to know anyway. But knowing him, he’d only indulge a few seconds and then pull himself away. In the end, he was a gentleman.
“How are you and the boyfriend?” I asked. “Noa?”
“Yeah, he’s…” He chuckled softly. “He’s amazing. But you know our deal, right?”
“Sort of…” I squinted. “You were hoping for a third?”
“We’ll need one eventually, I guess,” he replied. “Our core kinks line up too well. He’s a brat like you, totally wild and can’t spell boundaries, and I’m…well, you know what I’m into. It just sucks because I’m so damn in love with him.”
I raked my teeth over my bottom lip and made a sudsy mountain with my hands. “Weren’t you hooked on a Dom in your community?”
“Yup, but that’s not happening. Sometimes, I swear he’s looking at me in, you know, that way—kind of lingering and stuff…but he’s evidently happy with his douchebag boyfriend. Who’s a total manipulator, by the way.”
That sucked more than one donkey butt.
“But anyway. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time, and Noa keeps me busy,” he chuckled. “I hope you can meet next time you visit. Which—when is that happening?”
Hopefully soon. I missed DC. Our family came from all over the place. The grandparents we shared were from DC, though they’d moved to Georgia after they’d retired. Mom was from Florida, so she’d screamed yes when Dad had been offered a job there a few years ago. Her parents, however, were from out here, and Nana had moved back after Pops passed away. Here, she had her sisters. But yeah, when my sister and I were little, we’d lived in DC, and I’d spent most of my school years there.
“Work is usually slow after the holidays,” I said pensively. That was when airfare wasn’t outrageously expensive either. “Maybe I can take a few days off in January or February…?”
“That would be awesome,” Cam said. “You can stay with Noa and me—unless you wanna go to my parents’.”
“Hell no, I’ll crash with you if you don’t mind,” I laughed. “How are the mean girls?” Totally referring to Cam’s sisters. They’d mellowed out a lot as we’d grown up, but man, they’d been cruel once upon a time. In that annoying sit-still-I’m-gonna-paint-your-nails way.
“They’re vicious,” he exclaimed. “They stopped eating carbs, so I’m not going near them.”
I laughed.
“By the way, before I forget,” he moved on, “what’re you doing for your birthday?”
“Mom and Dad are flying out,” I answered.
“Cool. How’s Uncle Keith anyway?”
“Still in a cast for another couple of weeks, which works out great because that means they’ll stay at a hotel and I don’t have to clean the apartment,” I chuckled. “I’ve never been so glad I don’t have an elevator in my building.”
He chuckled too. “Are you gonna go to a restaurant or…? I mean for your birthday.”
“I guess so.” I shrugged and scratched my neck. “I wonder if it’s too soon to introduce Wyatt…”
“Ooh, Sir Wyatt. I like it.”
“Daddy Wyatt, yo,” I corrected. That was the difference between me and Cam—he wanted the Master, and I wanted the Daddy. “Eh, I bet he’s busy. He has so many business dinners and meetings.”
“Maybe, but you should still make sure,” Cam responded. “I bet he’d at least appreciate being invited.”
That was true. I would do that.
“Yeah, you’re right. I just gotta add that I don’t want a gift from him, and…like, I don’t have any expectations. I mean, I don’t want him to feel pressured since it’s so early.” I looked toward the door again, relieved when the sliver of brightness didn’t come with shadows. He wasn’t there anymore.
“How old is he?” Cam asked curiously.
“Forty-six.”
“What does he do for a living?”
“Oh—he’s part of a huge corporation. It’s a family thing. His uncle is the CEO, and I’d say Wyatt is one of three or four relatives who will eventually take over.”