AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I thought this was a sex club and didn’t take food orders,” I said, leaning against the headboard.
“They don’t,” he said, roving his gaze over me. “I am their special guest.”
“Special, hm?” I teased and looked around to find my dress was missing. It was worth more than my monthly rent, so I’d need it. “Uh, where’s my dress?”
“I sent it to the dry cleaner with my shirt. Don’t worry, it’ll be here in an hour if you need to leave.”
“I don’t,” I blurted and remembered the press and sighed. “I might have to. But thanks for getting it cleaned. I’ll pay—”
“Hush, kitten,” he said, leaning close to me. “I wrecked your pretty body the entire night. It’s the least I could do.”
I smiled and asked, “There must be a way I can repay your generosity, Sir.”
He eyed me and said, “There is.”
“What?”
“Give me your name. Your number,” he said, my smile freezing. “I know I was the one who didn’t want to remove the mask and stay anonymous, but… I want to know who you are.”
I stared at him, thinking about all the worst-case scenarios of telling him my name and giving him my number. “I’m sorry, but I can’t,” I said, looking down at my lap and fidgeting with my fingers. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but… I can’t.”
He ran a hand through his hair—the one I was tugging on when he ate me out—and sighed, “It’s alright. You don’t need to apologize. I understand.”
Thankfully, I was saved from the conversation by a knock on the door. I shamelessly eyed his perfect butt in boxers when he got up to get the food. It was a little awkward to stuff my face with pizza naked and talk about our hobbies without revealing too much.
He had a little sister, who he adored, no parents, and ran a successful business. On weekends, he liked to stay in, read, or volunteer to help at an animal shelter.
Yes, he was the perfect man anyone could ask for, and I had the worst luck to meet him when I couldn’t tell him who I was.
I told him I was really close with my friends and family, but they didn’t live in LA and how I was lucky and grateful enough to be accepted for my small audition. I didn’t tell him more because the upcoming series was quite famous and getting a lot of global traction.
“You must be someone famous if you want to remain anonymous,” he asked after we both cleaned up after eating an entire pizza. “Model, actress, opera singer?”
“I wish.” I let out a soft chuckle and shook my head. “I cannot sing unless yelling Taylor Swift’s songs in the shower counts.” I pursed my lips and met his soft eyes. It made me feel warm when he stared at me like that, really listening to what I had to say. No man had ever paid attention to me like that. It felt wonderful and addictive.
And I wanted more.
“My manager would be mad if she found out I slept with someone without having them sign an NDA,” I said the truth. “But I’m really glad I met you tonight, Mister Uptight.”
He scoffed, “You think I’m uptight?”
I nodded seriously. “You are very strict—What are you doing?”
He pinned me on my back, hovering above me. My thighs clenched. “Showing you how… flexible I am, kitten. Although I should apologize first.”
I swallowed. “Apologize for what?”
Seeing the devilish smirk on his face, I knew.
“You will be very, very sore tomorrow,” he purred, leaning down and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.
8
GRUMPY OLD MAN
SUMMER
I woke up with an aching body. My bleary eyes blinked at the sleeping person beside me and unconsciously, a small smile tugged at my lips. Even asleep, he hadn’t removed his mask. I rolled over and tried to stretch without wincing. My entire body felt sore.
