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Fender is not Charles.
Charles – always Charles, never Charlie – was a waste of space. I can’t believe I fell for his smooth lines and sweet talk. Fender is definitely not a sweet talker and he probably wouldn’t know a smooth line if it hit him in the face.
Fender’s also a gentleman. A word I doubt Charles has ever heard of. Fender brought me home after our date, kissed me on the cheek, and left. He didn’t try to push me into having sex with him. Although very little pushing would have been necessary. The man makes my panties damp with a grunt.
My phone beeps with another message. I’ll be there in a few minutes.
I check my clock. Shit. I spent the past half hour daydreaming instead of finishing up my work. I rush through my ‘must be done today’ tasks. I’ve barely finished the final task when the doorbell rings.
“Hey!” I’m out of breath when I open the door to Fender.
He bends over to kiss my cheek. “Are you ready?”
“Yep.”
He nods toward my feet and I realize I’m wearing the bunny slippers Isla gave me for Christmas last year.
I shrug. “You didn’t tell me where we’re going. Who knows? Maybe bunny slippers are appropriate.”
He chuckles. “I guess we can go then.” He motions to the Hummer.
“Did you buy the Hummer?” I ask as I kick off my bunny loafers and slip into a pair of sandals. “I thought it was a rental.”
“I’m leasing it.”
“Leasing? Can you lease for short-term?”
“It’s a six-month lease.”
“But won’t you be gone as soon as the record is finished?”
“I don’t have anywhere else I need to be.”
“What about your mom?”
He shrugs. “She won’t miss me.”
I frown. He told me all about his useless ex-girlfriend, Vicki, but he won’t tell me about his mom. Except she was a single mom and apparently won’t miss him. I have questions! So many questions.
“Where’s Isla?” he asks in an obvious attempt to pre-empt my questions about his mom.
“She’s having a sleepover at the community center.”
His eyes flare. “A sleepover? She won’t be home until morning?”
“Don’t get any ideas, big guy,” I say despite my mind filling up with tons of ideas. Sexy ideas of him naked in my bed with me. Ideas of me touching every single inch of his skin. And there’s a lot of skin to touch.
He growls and grasps my hips to draw me near. “What are you thinking, firecracker?”
My face warms. “Um…”
His fingers squeeze my hip. “Never mind. Your face doesn’t lie.”
He trails his nose along my neck until he reaches my ear. “I will fulfill all those fantasies you’re imagining and then some.”
“And then some?” I gasp.
He nips my earlobe. “And then some.”
