A few minutes later, I accompanied a slightly unsteady Toby to my front door. He’d be fine. He gave me adirty kiss and a wave, and my driver held the door open for him. As soon as it snapped shut, I turned away.
Whistling, I walked back upstairs. All fucked out, I was looking forward to falling into my bed, but peace was not to be had.
Terrance Harbinger stood in front of the door to my bedroom, his arms folded over his chest and a scowl marring his pretty face. He wore blue checkered pajama pants like someone’s dad and a white tank top. With the lovely shape of his shoulders enhanced by the top, he looked fucking edible.
“You need your beauty sleep, Terrance. What are you doing up so late?”
“My job.” His jaw tightened, but other than that, he seemed aloof. “Why wasn’t I informed about a visitor? I had to wake up to his cries.”
“So sorry. I forgot he was a screamer.”
“Why wasn’t I informed, Lothair?”
“Relax. The house is safe.”
His expression remained stony. “Not when the owner lets random people in.”
“Random people? That was Toby.”
“Toby who?”
“How am I supposed to know? I didn’t ask for his last name. I’m not the police.”
“How did you meet Toby?”
“At a club.”
“How does he know where you live?”
“I told him.”
Wow. I liked Terrance’s hard-ass persona. This was like a scene in one of my movies, but more fun.
“What was he doing at the club? What’s hisbackground? Occupation? Address? Interests? His omega dad’s name?”
I chuckled. “I haven’t spent hours in deep conversation with him. We’ve fucked a few times. He’s here for the dick. There’s no danger, Mr. Paranoid.”
“How do you know that? You’ve only fucked him a few times.”
I sighed and leaned on the wall, facing him. “What do you want from me, Terrance?” He seemed tense. I could massage those shoulders for him. The thought made me smile.
But Terrance glowered darker. “Let’s have a seat.”
I rolled my eyes but followed him through his obsessively tidy bedroom to the balcony. I plonked in a chair and waited. The sooner we got this over with, the sooner I could go to bed. The orgasms had worn me out.
Terrance sat facing me, his blue eyes ice-cold.
“He knew exactly who you were when he approached you at the club. He didn’t need any information about you because he already had everything. Now this isn’t a problem if he truly is in it for the dick. But with the frequency you engage in sexual activities with people you don’t know anything about, there’s a chance that someone will use your sexual appetite to get close to you, to infiltrate this house, your private sphere, or worse, to hurt you.”
“You are such a killjoy, Terrance. Maybe you should fuck more yourself.”
Terrance tilted his head to the side, ignoring my remark, and waited. I made it for roughly half a minute before I caved. Those icy eyes were unnerving.
I groaned. “Okay, even if the danger is real, which I don’t believe, what am I supposed to do? ID every man I fuck?”
“Ideally, yes. Then you give me the details, and we do a background check.”
I couldn’t help it; I burst out laughing. “You’re kidding, right? That was sarcasm, Terrance. Look up the definition. S-a-r-c-a-s-m.”
