Wyatt
“Oh,come on baby! I wanna go out tonight!” Mia whined. She was a cute little blond, decent in bed, and Ithoughtshe understood that this wasn’t a serious thing we had going here. It was strictly us hooking up—but it seemed she was forgetting that bit at the end.
We didn’t have shit in common, and I wasn’t interested in her beyond the fun we—well, I thought, we—were having.
“Then go out, Mia,” I replied while looking at the text I’d just gotten from the boss on a big project I was in the middle of working on.
Her tiny, manicured hand pulled my phone from my hand, which in turn had me grinding my teeth together as I glared up at her. “You’re not even looking at me,” she continued whining. I could already see where this conversation was going to go, and I wasn’t interested in the least.
I held my hand out, and she sighed as she set my phone back in it. “No, I’m not looking at you. Nor do I need to. In case you’ve misunderstood what I’ve explained to you a dozen times now, I’m nottakingyou out, Mia. We are not dating. We are not together. We meet up at your place, we fuck, we part ways. That is all there is here.”
I was hoping my no-nonsense tone would successfully get my point across, but by the pouty look she was giving me, I wasn’t sure if it was translating between us right now.
“You always say that,” she continued whining, as she lowered herself into my lap. She was wearing a short little baby-blue dress that matched her blue eyes, and she looked fantastic, but she was pissing me off, which wasn’t my criteria for getting excited. A woman not listening to me? Not hot. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and my skin began to itch. “But I think what we have is special, baby.”
She slowly started grinding herself against my lap, and I tried to release a breath. I’d get us both off and leave, go get some work done, and have a beer with my family this evening. Easy. I was a gentleman after all. I wasn’t going to yell at her—even if she was touching me without my say-so.
“Let me take care of you, baby,” she whispered as her lipgloss-covered lips kissed up my neck. I’d need to wipe that shit off later, or I’d never hear the end of it from my brothers. Great.
My phone started vibrating in my pocket as she continued tongue fucking my neck, and I shifted Mia over slightly to pull it from my pocket, answering it before the call could go to voicemail.
“Really, Wyatt? You couldn’t wait?” she pouted.
I shook my head, my eyes narrowed on the shit comingfrom this woman today. “No,” I muttered and held the phone up to my ear. “Hey boss, what’s up?”
“Hey Wyatt. You busy?” he asked, but from the tone he had, I knew he’d heard her.
“Nope. Not busy at all.” By the look on her face, she could hear the conversation, but maybe this would help her get a clue that I wasn’t joking, and this wasn’t a game of playing hard to get.
“Good. Come by the office? I want to have a quick meeting to go over the beta run and profiles so far.”
“Absolutely. I’ll be right there,” I said, partially relieved I could get this woman the hell off of me. I hung up the phone, sliding it back into my pocket as I dumped Mia off my lap and fixed my jeans, as if I needed to. But no use telling her she was annoying me so bad my dick wasn’t responding to her today. I glanced back over to the couch where she was sitting, her arms crossed as she pouted. “I’ll see you later. Have fun tonight.”
“Are you seriously leaving right now, Wyatt Carragan?” she asked, genuine shock written across her features.
I chuckled. “Yes, Mia. Work is calling. See ya.” I grabbed my bike helmet and headed out the door of her place. Hopping on my dark blue street bike, I slid my helmet on and started over to Silk and Spice to meet with my current boss. No one would come between me and my job. Might as well end shit with this one now before she truly did get attached—I wasn’t interested.
“I wantyou to make yourself a profile,” Julian said to me. I was seated across from him; the only thing separating us was his massive, solid, onyx-colored desk. It was made ofsome type of wood, but I wasn’t sure what type exactly. Something imported, given he said it didn’t stain or smudge—which was apparently important in his line of work.
Julian Antonelli was the owner of the biggest and most exclusive sex club on this side of the U.S. He told me when we’d first met that his only true competition was another club that was based just outside of New York. Which was why this app was so important to him—they hadn’t done one yet. So I was important to him, and honestly, he was just as important to me. This gig could make my entire career and get me in touch with an entirely new network of people who would pay top dollar for my abilities, which wasreallyfucking important to me.
I stared at him, trying to come up with something to say back. Julian wasn’t the type of person you normally could get away with saying no to. He was around my height, so fucking tall, and while he wasn’t nearly as bulky as me or my brothers, I’d seen him fight before, and he was all lean muscle, quick like a damn viper, and scrappy as hell. He wasn’t scared to get dirty to get the job done, and I admired that about him.
A cigarette hung from his lips that he’d just lit up, and tattoos covered every inch of his body that was visible to the eye. I had little doubt there were more under his white dress shirt and black slacks.
B.A.M.F. came to mind when I looked at him.
Bad ass mother fucker.
I cleared my throat, clasping my hands across my lap, and leaning back in my chair—attempting to appear relaxed because did I admire the man? Obviously, but I also knew when to keep calm and collected.
“Why, if you don’t mind me asking? I can see how the app is working and fix security bugs without making a profile,Julian.” The truth of it was simple. I didn’t mix work with pleasure. Ever. The closest I’d gotten was that I’d become a full member after Julian offered me this job, but that was only because I needed to know exactly what they offered and how it all worked, so I could include it in the sign-up forms and security codes.
Aside from that, I didn’t mix the two. My job was simply too damn important to me to risk fucking it up over a woman who wouldn’t be important in the grand scheme of things.
Julian watched me for a moment before speaking. I’d noticed we were both men of few words, which worked just fine for me. “I want you to fully experience this, Wyatt. It’s not up for debate. I need to ensure that every corner of this app is safe and protected. That includes from other members within the app. We’ve started collecting applications, and I’ve been approving the ones I know will be a good fit. So, fill yours out before you leave, and leave it with Ruby upfront. Consider it part of your job description now.” He smirked, and I bit back a groan.
“Yes sir,” I replied sarcastically.
