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I lift my head and grimace. “No, you pervert. He wants to make actual bread.”
“Well, that’s perfect!” She claps. “Set up a video chat with him!”
I contemplate it. It’s a good idea. But what if it’s weird.
“Then get his name and what state he’s in. We’ll run a background check. Go through criminal records. The works.”
“I suppose it would be nice to put a face to the name or whatever. But honestly, he’s just a cool guy that’s fun to talk to. I don’t have any expectations to take this any further than what it is. His area code is Maine.”
“Well, if he’s cute and travels to Minnesota for work, maybe you could get a hookup. Take care of that dry spell.” She winks at me.
It would be worth the plane ticket.
If there is a Goddess up there, please let Hat Trick Swayze be hot, available, and not a creep so I can get deep-dicked before this vagina between my legs withers to dust.
Amen.
SEVEN
“So, I assume you’re a hockey fan based on your username?”
“Yeah, I follow it every year. I played in college, that’s where the nickname came from.”
I kick my feet up on the desk and open a bag of M&Ms to snack on while we talk. Hearing her voice triggers an oral fixation.I wonder why.
“You’re not a Lakes fan, are you?”
Ha! Looks like I’ve pissed her off enough to hate the entire Lakes organization.
“Hell no, I especially hate that new rookie they have. Hear he’s a douchebag. Checked my favorite forward into the boards last week, and nearly busted his wrist.” It’s not a lie, Grellinger used to be one of my favorite players, and I fucked up his arm last week. “Speaking of douchebags, how’s your neighbor?”
I chuckle to myself and grab another handful of chocolate.
“Ugh. He pops up everywhere like a fucking groundhog. He always shows up while I’m working. I think he enjoys needling me.”
Only because you make it so much fun.
“Maybe he likes you.”
I’m attracted to her, like every other straight, red-blooded man in her vicinity. She’s gorgeous. But mostly it’s ’cause she’s so reactive. She’s a firecracker, and as long as I remember to keep my distance, I can keep having my fun without getting my hand blown to pieces.
“Ugh. I’m so tired of people saying that. It’s such a cop out. Just more boys-will-be-boys bullshit. We need to stop saying it to little girls too. It makes them grow up to think violence is some form of affection.”
“Never thought of it like that. Touché. So, he’s clearly a jerk, but are there any other guys at work you like?”
I don’t even want to know why I asked her that, but I’m pretty sure I know the answer.
“My coworkers are cool. I get along well with the other servers and bartenders. And there’s a lot of nice guys on the team that come in sometimes.”
“Nice guys aren’t any fun though, are they, Hellcat?”
“Usually not, but you’re nice and fun. You’re my favorite follower.”
Hearing her say that makes me smile, but it also annoys me. We can’t have anything between us. But God, I wish we could. Hearing her go alldommy mommyon the phone kicked everything up a notch. Not because I’m a sub, but because topping a top has always been my biggest fantasy. Unfortunately, I’ll be keeping that bucket list item unchecked. I have a career to focus on, plus my family drama. Anna called four times this week.
I laugh. “I’m also probably your favorite tipper.”
“Eh, I like you even if you didn’t tip as much. Not once have you said, ‘Hey, Sweet Tits, show me your pussy.’”
