Page 22 of His Perfect Gift

“Hey buddy,” Bill crowed, and I saw the background of the Tuscan countryside glowing in the early morning sun.

“Why are you calling? Shouldn’t you be enjoying your vacation with your wife?”

“I am.” He held up a champagne glass. “I’m having the time of my life, right, honey?” He looked off to his left, and Johana was soon leaning into the frame behind him. “Hello.” She laughed and waved.

“Hi, Johana.”

Another text popped up.

Amber:I can’t sleep. I miss you.

I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep either. I knew I wouldn’t.

“How was the gala? I tried calling Amber, but she didn’t answer. She must’ve been very busy.”

Guilt overtook me, and I cleared my throat. “Tonight was a success.”

“How did Amber do? Did she rep the family business well?”

Did she rep well? I thought about how I’d been seconds away from saying fuck it and thrusting into her tight pussy. Hell, I came all over her pussy. Dammit, now was not the time to have remorse in front of my friend, while he was living his best life under the Tuscan sun.

“She was a true professional tonight,” I lied with a wry smile.

“Good.” Bill sipped from his champagne. “That’s my girl.”

I felt the overwhelming urge to correct him and call hermygirl, but I caught myself. Feigning a yawn, I said, “It’s late here, and I’m beat. So, I’m gonna go home and hit the sack.”

“Okay, buddy. I know you’re a stickler for a schedule.”

“Yeah, you know me, gotta hit that early workout.”

“I know, man. We’ll let you go. Just wanted to check in and say hi.” He lifted his glass.

“Stay out of trouble, you two.” I saluted him and ended the call.

“Where to, boss?” I realized Ben was still parked in front of the hotel and assumed I would go somewhere else tonight. More specifically, go to Amber’s place. Was he trying to be my wingman on the down low?

I wanted to.

I really wanted to see her.

Now.

But I couldn’t.

Make better decisions, Aaron, preferably with your brain, not your dick.

I sighed. “Home.”

I clicked on my message thread and texted her.

Me:Go to bed, Amber.

Seconds passed, and a message popped up.

Amber:Will you tuck me in?

Christ. I adjusted my pants, hating myself. Knowing I was using all the restraint I had. I was as hard as fuck, and that shit wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. I would’ve given my left nut to spend one night with her. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t blow up my friendship with Bill. I sank against the seat and typed out two dreaded letters.

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