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“He was such a gentleman—and I know that’s old-fashioned but it’s really quite charming—and kind, and hot as hell…and witty. We had a connection. I’ve never…” I frowned. “I’ve never been treated so well by someone I’d just met, during a one-night stand.”
Esther stared at me. “Maybe it wasn’t a one-night stand.”
“Esther, he brings guys to Molly’s all the time, to use the Bordello.”
“Oh.” Esther said, evincing disappointment. “Wait! That’s the kink room, right?” She slapped a hand over her mouth as her eyes popped wide again.
“Yes. Where naughty boys go to be punished—apparently, by Mr. Alastair Kenney.”
“Ooh, is that his name? How distinguished! He sounds like a Dom,” Esther commented.
“Well, I know he’s a gentleman, first and foremost. And now I’m curious about the kink thing,” I admitted.
“But you’re not kinky!”
I glared at her. “How the fuck do you know? Maybe I am.”
Esther started laughing. I felt rather insulted.
“He could be kinky. Sometimes people are late bloomers,” Lev said with a mouthful of pizza.
I blinked. “But…I’m only twenty.”
Esther laughed harder, and Lev shook their head. “Oh, you sweet summer child.”
“Wait! Lev, are you—?”
They held up their hand in the stop position. “I’ll never tell.” But then they winked. So I took that as a yes.
I tapped my chin. “Huh.”
“It’s good that he treated you well,” Lev said, holding a folded piece of pizza in one hand.
“Yeah.” I laughed. “Except, if he hadn’t treated me quite so well, I wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“What situation?” Esther asked.
“Of…feeling too much…for him. I was hoping to compartmentalize it. I’m trying.”
“Casual sex can be complicated,” Lev said. “Ask me how I know.”
“Do you regret it?” Esther asked me.
“No. Absolutely not. Not at all.”
Chapter Nine
A Temporary Refuge
I stayed at Esther’s after that. Deshawn and Lev understood, and they didn’t seem to mind, as long as it wasn’t going to be a permanent thing. It was crowded, but kind of fun, too. Definitely better than being at my mom’s.
She texted me, apologizing for waking me up and asking where I was and when I’d be back. She didn’t mean it. She’d wake me up early again tomorrow if she needed something.
Anyway, I didn’t reply. I’d have to go back for my other clothes and shit soon, but I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Instead of thinking about that, I spent my time remembering everything that had happened in that hotel room on the sixth floor. If that was all I ever got, then I would seal it in my memory bank with countless wanking sessions that happened in the early morning hours when everyone else was asleep and I was alone on the sofa. I was pretty good at being quiet, having lived with my mom for so long.
Saturday came around, and I couldn’t help getting a bit excited. I hoped to see Alastair again and half-imagined him inviting me to the Chateau for another round. I had no idea how realistic that was.
