All right, so that was some of the reason, but honestly, I wanted to see her again. I could call a few different ladies, but the first one I thought of was my sexy dancer, who was flexible as hell. Plus, I knew it would be a good night of sex and nothing more. I hadn’t given it much thought that she was an escort, but she got paid to fuck, whereas I didn’t. Good for her.
Me: Yes but can’t a man want to see his sexy dancer?
Sexy Dancer: LOL. Is that what you call me?
Me: That’s what your name is in my phone.
Sexy Dancer: So, you think I’m sexy?
I grinned and replied:
Hell yeah.
Sexy Dancer: Am I the sexist girl you know?
Me: Definitely.
Sexy Dancer: And you’re sure you don’t want to hook up with a bridesmaid at this wedding? I’m not gonna go just to get ditched.
I had known everyone in the wedding party since high school, and I wasn’t into any of them. Plus, my parents thought I was still dating Stacey. Even though they hadn’t seen me with her in several months, I didn’t tell them otherwise. She was always busy when they asked where she was, which was probably true.
Me: I would never.
Sexy Dancer: You better not or I’m going to charge you my date fee.
I grunted a laugh.
Me: Still dating grandpas then?
Sexy Dancer: Shut up and text me the details.
* * *
One MonthLater
I hadn’t seenStacey in two months, but that was what I liked about her; she got me. We were both doing our own thing, and she wasn’t trying to move in with me. I made that mistake once when I brought a girl home from The Wild Pony. She didn’t leave after we fucked. Instead, she cooked brunch, so I didn’t complain too much, but I kicked her out after and never answered her texts.
But Stacey? She left after round two, and I hadn’t heard from her since, except when I’d texted her about the wedding. I’d sent her the details and told her I’d pick her up at five because the wedding started at six. We weren’t invited to the ceremony, which was fine with me because that shit was always boring. The reception was where the booze and fun were.
Being a gentleman, I parked my pickup and went up to her apartment instead of texting to let her know I was there. I knocked and straightened the jacket of my dark gray suit. When the door opened, I grinned my Montgomery smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.” She smiled back.
My gaze roamed over her entire body, taking in her purple dress that ended right above her knees. “Damn, toots. The thoughts running through my head aren’t PG with you in this dress.” I wouldn’t mind a little pre-wedding romp with me pushing her dress to her waist and fucking her from behind again.
“I heard that!” I heard a chick yell from inside.
I peered around Stacey to see her roommate. Her roommate, whose name I’d forgotten.
“Don’t mind Molly. She’s jealous we’re going to a wedding.”
Molly.“You wanna crash it?” I joked.
“She can’t. She has a date.”
“Yep. I’d rather get five hundred than party for free.”
“She …?”
