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“Why is that?”
She paused. “I want you to answer this honestly. Were you thinking about me last night?”
I inhaled sharply. The best thing to do would be to lie, but as I opened my mouth, the truth came rolling out. “You know damn well that I was.”
She was quiet for a second, and if I hadn’t heard music on her side, I would have wondered if she had hung up. “Yeah, I did know that. After that kiss, I was pretty sure neither of us could avoid thinking about it.”
“So, you admit to getting off to thoughts of me, huh?”
“Yes, twice.”
“Twice?” I echoed as I closed my eyes. What man couldn’t please this woman if she could get off twice with only the thought of a man and a toy?
She asked, “Does that make me bad?”
“No, what that makes you, is someone who hasn’t been with the right man.”
“You saying that you are?”
I paused. Did I dare respond honestly? “Yes.”
“Are you offering?” she asked, and I heard a blinker turn on.
I glanced around the bar, swallowing. Hang up the phone, Bollard. Do not entertain this stupid notion of sleeping with Candy Winston. Man, I was playing with fire here and knew I would end up in the burn unit. “Damn right I’m offering, sweetheart.”
I expected her to hang up, but I swear to God, she fucking giggled. “When do you have a night off?”
“What?” I asked as my eyes went wide. Did she really ask that?
“When do you have a night off? If you are offering, I want to take you up on it. Let’s see if you are as good as you think.”
“Putting on the pressure, aren’t you?”
“Don’t tell me you aren’t up for it.”
“Oh, I’m up for it. Trust me. I’m fucking up for it, sweetheart. I’ll put your toys to shame.” I wasn’t lying either because my dick was already throbbing in my pants. “Sunday and Monday are my days off.”
“Then be at my house on Sunday night at seven. I’ll text you the address.”
“Okay, when are you going to drop the proposal off?”
“I’m not. If you want it, come and get it.” She hung up without another word, and I stared at my phone, slightly in shock. Well, well, well, Candy Winston was a bit wilder than I ever imagined.
Sunday night couldn’t come fucking fast enough!
CHAPTER SEVEN
CANDY
After hanging up with Bollard, I had a little moment of—holy crap, what the hell did I just do. But it didn’t last long. It wasn’t like we were dating, and I wasn’t committing to the man. I was merely planning on having hot sex with him. Well, at least I hoped it would be hot sex.
This was not the first time I had set up a booty call, and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be my last. My life was busy, and I knew a few guys I could call anytime for fun. They were not men with whom I wanted a long-term relationship, but they were decent in bed. Sadly, that list had dwindled to nothing over the last two years after they all found love with someone else.
Maybe Bollard could scratch my itch, and I could do the same for him. I had always found him rather attractive in a dark, scary way, but I had never admitted it to anyone. One night, when we were all at the tavern drinking, Cara jumped off her stool and ran toward Bollard, grabbing his hand and then getting onto his motorcycle. I had been slightly jealous of my older sister for a few seconds. However, when I later learned that Ryan, aka Bryan, had died—sort of—that feeling had immediately disappeared, and I had not thought about it or him again.
Now, I couldn’t stop myself. I knew myself well enough that once the mystery surrounding Michael Bollard was realized, he would lose his shiny sparkle, and I could move on. Perhaps after a few times around the bedroom, I could walk away satisfied for a while.
I went into my father’s house and paused at the kitchen door. “What are you doing?”
