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He chuckled, more of a giggle, then sighed. “His name was actually Guy. I met him on a dating site.”
A dating site, my ass. “So you met him on Grindr. Well, that’s your second mistake. Nice guy like you shouldn’t be cruising sex apps to find a date.”
“I didn’t say I met him on Grindr.” That rosy blush was back, tinting his cheeks pink.
Bracing my weight on my elbows, I leaned into the counter. “Do you want my advice?”
“I certainly didn’t ask for it.”
My smile returned. He was so much fun to tease. I wasn’t even angry anymore. “No, you asked for fifty bucks and a ride home. My advice is, stay off those apps. You’re an easy target for men like that. And you can do a hell of a lot better than guys named Guy.”
“What do you mean, I’m an easy target?”
My lips quirked, loving the turn in this conversation. “Just look at you,” I gestured. “All prim and proper and pretty. Pink polo buttoned all the way up to your neck, not a hair out of place. You look like a Boy Scout, a real straightlaced boy. Like the kind of guy that sells insurance for a living.” His nervous laugh made me eye him suspiciously. “So what is it that you do?”
He looked me straight in the eye and lied. “I sell insurance.”
I looked him up and down, smirking. “Cute, and a sense of humor, to boot. I like it. So, what do you really do?” I lined up a row of clean, wet glasses and began drying each to a high shine.
“I told you. I sell insurance.” His pretty eyes twinkled with mischief.
Irritation boiled over, igniting my temper. Here I was trying to help this guy out, and he thought it was funny to lie to me. “Okay, just forget it. I thought we were having a moment. But if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine.” I mumbled under my breath as I grabbed the dried glasses and slid them into the rack above my head.
When I turned back, he slid a business card over the counter. I picked it up and read the glossy black print. ‘Ryan Middleton, insurance agent, Greater Commonwealth Insurance Agency.’ Damn, fuck me sideways. “Well played, kid.”
“I’m twenty-four. I’m not a kid!”
Mmm, there was that fire again. Ryan had a backbone. I liked that a lot. “I get off in thirty minutes. If you’re still here, I’ll drive you home.” My attention was diverted when a customer flagged me down to close out their tab and I moved away, leaving Ryan alone. As I processed their credit card, I contemplated how things might go when I got to Rolling Hills.
Would Ryan invite me inside or make me wait in the car? Was he really going to reimburse me, or was he going to try and even the score with sex? I glanced over at him, looking so perfectly wholesome, the complete opposite of the type of guy I was usually attracted to, yet I couldn’t deny the attraction. Ryan’s buttoned-up, unspoiled freshness made my dick hard.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t be the worst blow job of my life. After all, by the time I dropped him off, I’d be out fifty bucks and a quarter tank of gas. I deserved his best effort.
I poured out a shot of rum and slid it in front of Ryan. “Here, it’s on the house. Drink up, you look like you need it.”
Ryan downed the shot in one gulp, and I laughed as his eyes watered. What was it about him I found so amusing? Something about his good boy demeanor made me want to mess him up in the most wicked way. It was hot to have such filthy thoughts about someone who looked so clean-cut, but also, I hadn’t stopped smiling since he came over to sit at the bar. Ryan had layers, and my hands itched to peel them away like an onion and discover what lay underneath.
3
RYAN
My heart was aboutto jump out of my chest as he drove me home. I kept trying to plan my next move. Was I going to invite him inside? I wanted to. Desperately. Carson was hot, a little unpredictable, a little mysterious, and way out of my league. I could tell he was older than me by a few years, at least five, and his body,Jesus, his body was perfect. Toned biceps peeked through the thin white cotton of his dress shirt, and his chest was visibly broad. The black vest he wore enhanced the tapered cut of his torso. His black slacks showed off his plump cheeks to perfection. I wanted a taste of all of it. The whole buffet.
My mouth watered as adrenaline pumped through my veins, amping up my lust to chart-topping levels. I was definitely going to invite him inside. After all, he kinda-sorta rescued me from BearTrap. I had a feeling Carson didn’t live anywhere close to Rolling Hills, but he hadn’t complained about going out of his way after midnight and having worked a long shift, and he hadn’t gotten upset about the bill I’d stiffed him on.
Could he be niceandhotandinterested in me? The trifecta of manly perfection? Not likely. He must have a fatal flaw somewhere. I just hadn’t discovered it yet. He probably burped loudly and was a total slob and a selfish lover.
When he stopped at a red light, I glanced at his profile. “Thank you for driving me home. I really appreciate it.”
Carson smiled. “Did I really have a choice? I couldn’t just leave you at the bar. It’s not a good look for the business to have what appears to be a homeless man sleeping outside.” His rakish grin told me he was teasing, so I smiled back. Fuck, he was hot.
“So where do you live?”
He rolled his eyes. “Not in Rolling Hills.” Carson chuffed, humored by his sarcasm. “I share a house with my brother and my cousin here in Cooper’s Cove, across town, closer to the bridge.”
The bridge was the dividing line that connected our little town to the big city of Charleston, South Carolina. Property values tended to climb higher the closer to the riverfront you lived, like my gated community. Carson seemed to live nearer to the more affordable part of town. I thought of tipping him generously for his efforts tonight, since money wasn’t a problem for me.
My mom’s family came from money. While the country club scene wasn’t exactly her type of people, she never lacked the funds to send me to the best schools and provide the best of everything for me. The trust established by my grandfather paid for my posh condo; otherwise, I’d still be living at home with my mom. My fancy address wasn’t something a student/part-time insurance salesman could easily afford without help.
