Sliding my now limp dick back into my pants, my phone goes off once again.
Natalia says something in Italian which sounds a lot like annoyance and I shrug, grabbing the phone from my pocket.
“Yo. Speak.”
I’m hoping my tone will tell the caller that I’m not in the mood to hold a conversation. I have other things to do tonight. Specifically, the woman in front of me, with plump cleavage and nipples poking through her blouse.
I can tell immediately that the caller isn’t local because there’s a crackly pause before I hear the voice on the line. It’s a male voice I don’t recognize.
“Hey, is this Gavin Lancaster?”
Puzzled by who’s calling, I pull the phone from my head and look at the display. It’s a Phoenix area code. I recognize it because that’s where I’m from. Or at least, where we’ve lived the last four years since my brother, Christian, has attended Arizona State University.
“Yep, you got me. Who is this?”
My attention is only half on the conversation as I watch Natalia begin to unbutton her blouse, her fingers teasingly playing with each pearl button, giving me a peep show with each flick of her wrist. Her eyes rake over my chest and down my torso as she bites her bottom lip. My dick perks back up in my pants at the offer of a second round. Preferably this time I’ll get inside the busty little Italian minx.
I raise my eyebrows to show my appreciation as she opens her shirt to display a lacy black bra, her luscious tits spilling over the top of the cups. I reach a hand out to squeeze the firm flesh in front of me and she gives a sexy moan.
“…name is Cade Griffin…”
Huh? This gets my attention and I quickly drop my hand, as if I’ve been caught in the act. As if he’s just opened the door to the stall and found me fondling this woman.
I search my brain for a recollection. The name Cade Griffin sounds familiar, but I’m still stuck in a post-orgasm daze. Could it be the same Cade that played with Christian at ASU? My attention snaps from the fabulous rack in front of me and back to the phone conversation.
Shifting my body, I move away from Natalia, turning my shoulder toward her and staring off toward the wall.
“Oh, right. Cade. How ya doing, man?”
“I’m good, bruh. Really good. But I have a favor to ask of you.”
My interest is now piqued, as I’m more than a little curious as to why an All-American basketball player is calling me out of the blue and what favor he could possibly need.
I hold a finger up to Natalia, requesting a moment in the language everyone knows. She gives me a sexy little pout with her lips and a breathy huff. God, I must be crazy to stop the action she’s willing to give.
The line goes a little scratchy, probably because I’m still standing in a little concrete box of a bathroom. I open the door to the stall and step out into the small room that smells distinctly of urine and bleach. Not a very romantic place to sex up a hot woman.
“Un momento,” I offer apologetically to Natalia, pointing toward the hallway door as she sighs at my departure. Opening the bathroom door, the sound of the bar sweeps over me as I step outside and head toward the exit.
I must be insane to walk away from such a willing and sexy woman, but this phone call from Cade could be something important. Maybe it’s about my brother. What if something happened to him? Panic pushes through my veins as I finally get out to a small covered patio.
“Okay, I’m back. Sorry, I couldn’t hear you very well. I’m in a bar in Bologna.”
“Ah, sorry man. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll make this quick. Christian mentioned that you live in Florence and because you’re on the road quite a bit, your place is empty a lot of the time. So, I’m hoping you’d do me a solid…you see, my little sister, Kadence, is in Florence right now. On her last dollar with nowhere to go. She doesn’t normally ask for my help, so I know she’s in a tight spot. I was hoping you’d be open to letting her crash on your couch for a few nights until she can work out a plan to get back home.”
Since most of the blood was down in my cock the last twenty minutes, my brain makes a valiant effort to catch up to what Cade is talking about. The wordsfavor,little sisterandcouchall mingle into one jumbled sentence.
“I’m sorry. What?”
I know I can be dense at times, but this request has blindsided me, as if he’s speaking inanotherforeign language that I don’t understand, that I need him to repeat it.
His laugh is low and earnest. “Yeah, I know it’s a bit out there.My sister needs a place to stay. It’s kind of an emergency and I’d be forever in your debt if you could help her out. All I ask is that you meet her. If you find out it won’t work to have her crashing with you, maybe you could just offer her some other options since you know the area. Anything would be appreciated,”he rambles, taking a deep breath before he continues.
“Listen, I’ll be honest with you.My sister…well, she can be a handful. She’s very impulsive and wild, if you know what I mean. That’s what sent her on this crazy trip to Europe in the first place. She’s too impulsive and doesn’t think before she acts. But I swear, she’ll only be there for a few days. She promised to be on her best behavior and will stay out of your hair. I just want her to be safe. She’s my little sister and I don’t want her getting into any more trouble.”
What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? The desperation in his voice clogs the phone line, like sludge or mud seeping across the Atlantic.
I’ve met Cade a few times. I know that Christian regards him with the utmost respect and says he’s a decent guy. Telling him no is not an option. There’s no doubt that Cade would do the same thing if the tables were turned and if it was my brother asking him for help. So, there’s only one thing I can say.
