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Sloane was annoyed.
And she wasn’t exactly sure why. “I guess you’d better run away from me then. O’Tooles may not like to talk about our emotions but we’re the opposite in terms of settling down. We hold on even when we shouldn’t.” Like her with Tom. Like her father and the fact that he had never dated after her mother left. Like Sullivan, still raging with anger over Kendra’s death, his one and only.
But Rick look unperturbed. “You’re not going to attach to me.”
Sloane was flustered. Now she really didn’t know what to say. “Of course I won’t.” She meant it lightly but it sounded totally bitchy.
Rick just laughed. “Then again. You do seem to like my cock a lot.”
“Haha.” Sloane rolled her eyes. She felt thrown off-balance and she didn’t like the feeling. “You promised me this wouldn’t get awkward and it suddenly feels exactly that.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Really? I was just screwing around, Sloane. Should I leave? I don’t want you uncomfortable.”
“I think you should.” She needed sleep. She needed his broad chest away from her. She needed to stop feeling guilty for things she had and hadn’t known or done back when she was in high school.
He didn’t say a word. He just sat up and swung his legs over the bed. “Okay then. I can do that.” He stood up, gave a stretch, and bent over to scoop up his clothes.
Sloane got an amazing view of his tight ass and she sat up too. She wasn’t even sure if she was doing the right thing but she did know she did not want to come across as petulant so she stood up and wrapped herself in the sheet. “I’ll see you out.” Suddenly she sounded like her divorce lawyer’s secretary.
“You don’t have to do that. You look very cozy and cute in bed right now.” Rick grabbed his wallet and phone off her nightstand.
“Let me be a decent hostess at least.” If she had learned anything in a decade as a doctor’s wife, it was social graces. Besides she didn’t want him leaving while she lay in bed feeling so damn vulnerable. She hated vulnerable.
Rick didn’t say anything other than “Okay then.” He was very agreeable, which confused her. He walked down the hall, still naked, and maneuvered around all her boxes. He added his shoes to the pile in his hand and reached for her front door.
“What are you doing?” she squawked. “You’re naked!”
“I’m covering my dick, so it’s all good.”
He technically was with the bundle of items in his hands but his ass was still bare and he was still, you know. Naked.
“Just get dressed!” Was he crazy?
“It’s all good.” Rick shot her a grin. He kissed her cheek. “Happy Birthday, Sloane.”
“Thanks.” She stood in her open doorway, scandalized as he left completely naked.
Until he took three steps across the hall and opened the door catty-corner from hers. “Good night,” he said, stepping into the apartment.
“You live there?” she asked, dumbly.
“Oh, yeah. Didn’t I mention that? I own the whole building.” He gave her a wink and lowered his bundle.
The last thing she saw was him and his cock both saluting her before he closed the door.
Great. Just flipping great.
So much for one night of freestyle fun with zero regrets and no complications.
Rick lived five feet away and was her landlord.
And he thought she didn’t ask enough questions? Maybe he didn’t offer enough information.
She closed her door and thought about his tongue sliding over her clit while she cried out in pure ecstasy. He had definitely used his tongue for a higher purpose than small talk. She really couldn’t have any complaints.
Whether she could look him in the eye ever again was a whole different story.
She stomped off to bed, hoping to close her eyes on by far the weirdest yet most exciting birthday she’d ever had.
