Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
She nodded, half-smiling. “Do you have anything to drink?”
“Yeah, what would you like? I have water, ice tea—”
“Whiskey,” she blurted.
I laughed again. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl who drinks whiskey like you do.”
“That’s all my dad used to have in his bar, I used to steal it with friends and stuff.”
I nodded toward the living room. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.”
“Ummm… bathroom?”
“Oh, down the hall to the right.”
She smiled weakly and left.
When I walked back into the room, she was looking at all my family photos on the mantel. She had the one of Ethan in her hand.
I placed the glasses on the table and the noise brought her eyes to me.
“You have a son?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“I do.”
“Is he here?”
“He’s sleeping.”
“Oh.” She looked around the room like she just realized where she was, and what she had done. “I should probably go, I don’t—”
“No. You’re fine. I have your drink.”
She sighed and bit her cheek.
“He’s two and a half, talks all the time about random things I hardly understand. He doesn’t ever cry though and he sleeps like the dead,” I informed, wanting to ease her apprehension.
She chuckled. “What’s his name?”
“Ethan.”
“Where’s his mom?”
I shrugged. I didn’t want to talk about Christine and she nodded, understanding.
She placed the picture back on the mantel, grabbed her drink and sat down on the couch; I followed suit. We sat there in uncomfortable silence for I don’t know how long and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“You smell like sex,” I announced, breaking the stillness.
“I came right over after being with a client,” she stated, staring straight in front of her.
“Do you normally not shower after being with clients?”
“I always shower. This is the first time I haven’t.”
“Why is that?”
“I wish I knew.”
“How did you know where I lived?”
“I asked Siri, there were only two Devon Hill’s in the area.”
“What do you want, Bambi?”
She turned and looked at me. “What do you want, Devon?” she countered.
“I want to be your friend.”
Her eyebrows lowered. “My friend? Is that your nice guy way of saying you want to be my fuck buddy?”
I grinned. “That doesn’t sound like a very nice guy to me.”
“I don’t have any friends outside of VIP.”
“Well then… I guess it looks like you may need one.”
“You’re being serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“Aren’t we a little old to be friends?”
“I didn’t know that there was an age cut off to being friends.”
“What if I want to fuck you?” she asked with a serious tone.
“I can guarantee you that feeling is mutual, but you already know my rules on us being intimate.”
“Oh my God, you can’t even say the word!” she slightly shouted.
“Fuck, Bambi, fuck… do I want to fuck you? Ab-so-fucking-lute-ly.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Better?”
She didn’t falter. “Us being friends doesn’t change anything. I’m still a VIP. You do realize that, right? I’m not going to change who I am or what I do.”
“I’m aware and I didn’t ask you to.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“I have to be, it’s part of being friends.”
“What if I told you that I wanted to play by your rules and I would say what you wanted me, too? Would you fuck me right now?”
“No,” I simply stated. “I don’t want our first time to be tainted. It will be you and I and that’s all. Do you understand?”
“You’re actually turning down sex? Are you for real?”
“I guess it’s the nice guy curse.”
“You’re like an alien,” she joked.
“You deserve to be treated like a lady, Bambi. I don’t understand why you can’t see that.”
Her mouth parted and she shook her head. “Wow… I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before. You just have all these names for me, huh? I’m far from a lady, Devon. Trust me on that one.”
“Well then you don’t see what I see.”
She took a deep breath, contemplating what I was saying. “I better go.”
“Okay,” I replied understanding.
She stood and I followed her out.
“So… friends…” she declared, turning when she walked out the door.
I stepped closer to her and kissed the tip of her nose. “Friends,” I whispered before pulling away.
Her hand went to where my lips had been and she smiled.
<>B<>
I took a shower and put on a nightie, before crawling into bed. My phone chimed with a text message and I reached over to grab it. I didn’t recognize the number when I swiped the screen.
Did you make it home okay?
Devon?
B: How did you get my number?
D: I have my ways…
I laughed.
B: So you’re a nice guy and a detective?
D: That’s Special Agent Hill to you, Bambi.
B: I do like a man in a uniform…
D: I also go commando.
I laughed again and I think I was blushing.
B: Well then that makes two of us.
D: Thanks for that mental picture my hand appreciates it.