“I want you in my bed, Rosie.”
I wanted that too. But he didn’t know what was hidden beneath my clothes, and I wasn’t sure how he would react. When he learned who I truly was... all my faults... would he still want me?
“Maybe.”
It was all I could give him. All I had to offer in that moment. I didn’t want to lie to him. Not any more than I already had.
“Ok, Rosie,” he conceded. “I miss you, baby.”
“You saw me this morning.”
“I didn’t get to touch you,” he whined, and I laughed. This man had the ability to make me feel things I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“Tomorrow,” I said, and his disappointment was hard to miss with the exaggerated sigh he released.
That night I went to bed with a smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kytten
The next morning, I made the call to Sypher.
“Kytten?”
“Hey, Sypher, I need to meet with you. Can you tell me where you’re staying?” I heard rustling on the other end and wondered if I had woken him.
“I’m in Nebraska.”
“I know, Diamond Creek. So am I. I’ve been here for weeks.”
“Why?”
Didn’t he know Val had me watching his daughter? How angry would he be when he found out?
“I can explain everything once I see you. I don’t want to talk about it over the phone.”
“I’m sending you a pin. It’s the easiest way to find me. I am literally in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
I heard the beep and when I looked at the map, my eyes widened. “Are there roads to get me there?”
“Yea,” Sypher chuckled. “Just stop at the main house and someone can give you directions. I’ll let them know you are coming. Your hair still pink?”
“Yea,” I said absently as I packed my things.
“Alright, I’ll see you when you get here.” Before he hung up, he asked, “Is this something Dante can be a part of?”
I straightened from the bed and thought about his question. “I’m not sure. I can text Val and ask her.”
“No, I’ll send him out with Danika.”
I finished packing my meager belongings and headed out to my Harley. Traveling on a bike meant you had to pack light. There was only so much space in the saddlebags. Thankfully, I was a simple girl. A few pairs of jeans, a few tops, and I was good to go.
I had never really been super girly. Not on the outside anyway. What the Nyght Nymphs did was difficult to do in a dress or a skirt. But underneath. Yea, that was where I spent my money.
Bras and panties made me feel like a woman. It was hard sometimes being so small and petite. Often being mistaken for a little girl depending on how I dressed. It came in handy, but it also had its drawbacks.
It was why Val hadn’t wanted me getting involved. The things she had seen, the depravity of men and women, had her concerned for my safety. Afraid that I would be taken the way she was, only she believed it would be worse for me.
