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I use that admission to my favor.
Gaines: You’re buying me a steak tonight. Meet me at Nova in an hour.
As expected, my phone rings.
I step out of the pedestrian traffic in front of the store and head toward the curb to hail a cab, as I answer. “Evan.”
“Why the fuck would I buy you a steak?” He laughs. “Beyond that, there is a waiting list for Nova. Everyone knows that.”
“Not everyone knows the owner.”
“You know Tyler Monroe?”
“I do,” I say with pride.
Tyler is an old friend, and the current co-owner of one of the best restaurants in this city.
“Impressive, Morgan,” he drawls. “Explain the part where I’m the one buying you a steak.”
I lower the phone to take a picture of the album’s cover and then shoot it to him in a text.
“What the actual fuck?”
I laugh. “It’s all yours for a good steak dinner.”
“I’ll throw in dessert for that.” He chuckles. “You know the way to this man’s heart. You also know your way around it since you’re a…”
“Cardiologist,” I finish his sentence. “I’m the best in this city.”
“In the country, Morgan,” he says. “I’m not just saying that because of the album. You’re a great doctor, and an even better friend.”
“Meet me at Nova in a hour.”
“You’re not giving that to someone else if I’m late, are you?”
“Don’t be late and you won’t have to worry about it.”
He ends the call without another word.
I endmy night where I began my day with my hand wrapped around my cock and visions of Eloise dancing in my head.
More aptly, visions of her fucking me are invading my thoughts so fully that there’s no room for anything else.
I’ll never be able to erase from memory how she looked when she was riding me.
I never want to forget that.
I stroke myself slowly as the water from my shower beats down on me.
I close in on my release, picturing the beauty with the brown hair biting her bottom lip as she does when she’s about to come.
I’m almost there and then…fuck… my fucking phone rings.
I shut off the shower, push open the door, and tread naked across the bathroom floor to where I left it siting on the counter.
The name of a man I can’t stand flashes across the screen.
I’d ignore it but my job is my life, and if I want to keep that I have to answer the call.
