“I swear favor is wasted on the good girls. You do know you can’t take your low body count to heaven with you, right?”
“I don’t care about stuff like that. I have to know a guy before we have sex and most men end up eliminating themselves, because the more I get to know about them the less I like them. You do realize the bar is in hell when it comes to dating.”
“Yes, I’m out here too, but that’s why you have to move like the guys do.”
“I don’t have the energy to play games. I just want to meet a man who’s funny, loves his mother, and fucks me within an inch of my life.”
Anika’s tone became serious. “I want that too, but until the right man comes along, I’m going to keep scamming and ghosting these fuckboys.”
We both shared a laugh. “Is Dante a fuckboy?”
“He’s King Fuckboy. An arrogant know-it-all who thinks he is God’s gift to women. I’m going to have so much fun breaking him.”
“He’s Aldridge’s friend, so maybe go easy on him.”
Anika shook her head. “No mercy, every rich jerkoff can get it.”
“How many bedrooms?”Aldridge asked as we toured the primary bedroom. This house was in Sunrise Manor; an area considered the best kept secret in East Las Vegas. I chose this neighborhood because it was very different from the previous one. It had a homey family feel and some impressive pieces of real estate. The curb appeal was there. This was the type ofneighborhood where people actually waved hi when you passed by. Kids riding their bicycles outside while neighbors gossiped.
“Seven.”
“Seven bedrooms all to myself.”
“You live in Vegas now, I’m sure you’ll have tons of family looking to visit.”
“They can stay in a hotel. I’m not going to be their personal tour guide. I got shit to do.”
In the bathroom he took note of the floor. “I like the marble.”
“They’re heated.”
“No shit.”
“Take off your shoes.”
“No, you take offyourshoes.”
Kicking off my heels, I hit the switch that controlled the floor. “Now you.”
Aldridge released a loud sigh but he complied, removing his slides and socks. “So, when does the magic happen exactly?”
“Give it a chance to heat up.” We stood in the middle of the massive bathroom, our toes wiggling on the tile that was quickly transitioning from cold to warm. Even his size sixteen feet were attractive. He must get biweekly pedicures.
“I think it’s kicking in.” He stepped from side to side.
“And just look at the view from the bathtub.” I bit down on my lip. This home was surrounded by mature trees and offered tons of privacy.
Aldridge walked over to where I was standing, hovering inches behind me. If I just scooched back a smidge, my ass would probably brush up against it. And by it I meant his dick, something I’d been thinking about a lot lately. The weight, the girth, the warmth it emitted when resting in the palm of my hand.
“It’s nice,” he said.
I turned to face him. “The view or the floors.”
“The view, the floors, the company.” He leaned in bridging the height gap between us. “I like this place.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I beamed.
“I didn’t say I was ready to put in an offer. But I like the vibes.”
