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I nod and ignore the interruption. Too busy getting back to kissing and grinding against him again.
I want to ride him. My legs tremble, and he slides his strong hands beneath my shirt, running his thumbs across my pebbled nipples. Oh my God. I might come from this. My walls tighten when the door to the elevator opens.
“Thank you!” he calls out. Then he drops his voice for me again. “Just like that, you’re almost there.”
I’m so close. I do everything I can to focus but then more background noise distracts me; it finally registers that I’m hearing the click of high heels on the tile floor. I clamber off him just as a blonde bombshell struts around the corner in a trenchcoat—carrying no dry cleaning.
“Oh, Daddy, I haven’t done anything yet...”
NINETEEN
What. The actual. Fuck.
In every sense of the word, mylastone-night stand, Nikki, is in red stilettos and a trenchcoat that she’s obviously naked underneath. I can’t believe this is happening.
“How the hell did you get in here?” I glower at her.
“You buzzed me in. I thought we could have some fun.”
She sticks out her lower lip in a pout. It’s not cute.
“I thought you were my dry cleaning.” I get off the couch, clearly still hard, and take her by the arm, guiding her back to the elevator. When I look back at Birdie, she’s sitting on the couch, hunched over with her arms wrapped around herself, looking at the floor. The flush of her almost-orgasm still on her temples. My heart sinks. She won’t look at me. I want to explain, but first, I need this other woman gone.
I lead her to the elevator. “I’m seeing someone. It’s serious.” Not officially, but I have every intention to change that.
“She’s pretty. I don’t mind adding one more if you don’t?” she offers.
“I mind.”
“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”
“I blocked you. This wasn’t something I planned to continue. I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression.”
“Oh.” She’s disappointed, but I don’t give a shit because my concern lies with Bridget. I look at Nikki, willing her to get into the elevator, but she won’t budge.
“Look, I need to ask you to leave, or I’m going to have to contact security. You can delete my number.”
“Oh, can I?” she says, backing into the elevator. “Asshole.”
“Yup” is all I say as I usher her into the elevator. I don’t have time; I want her out of here. And right now, I have earned the asshole title. I’ve just ruined whatever Bridg and I had going.
The doors to the elevator close, and I rush back to the couch, but she’s nowhere in sight.Fuck!My jaw clenches, and my hands open and close into fists. Taking a deep breath, I head toward the bedrooms. Her door is closed, so I knock gently.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about that. Can we talk?”
“It’s fine. Actually, I’m kinda tired, so I think I’m going to call it a night.” It comes out casual, but I saw her face—she looked crushed. I need her to know she’s the only woman I want, in my bed or otherwise.
“Bridg, please. Open the door, baby.”
She pads over to the door, and it swings open.
“Yes, Daddy?” she mimics. It makes my stomach turn. I’m not a huge fan of being called Daddy, especially when she’s only doing it to imitate a former lay. I’m not proud of my history with puck bunnies, and I want none of my old life to overlap with this fresh start with Birdie. Nikki has been texting for a hookup over the last couple of months, but I thought if I didn’t answer, she would leave me alone. Eventually, I blocked her. I never expected her to show up here like that.
The second I saw her in that trenchcoat, I knew my old habits had died. Her sexy schtick did nothing for me. It seemed so vapid and detached. Now that I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to have deep feelings woven in with lust, nothing can compare. I want Bridget in every way I can have her.
After calling me Daddy, she must see my lip curl in disgust because her phony smile falls.
“I’m sorry you saw that. You’re the only woman I’m interested in.”
