Page 4 of Second Go-Round
I didn’t do impulsive, so having ready pussy at my fingertips by way of a nighttime job of being an escort fit my life perfectly. It was my outlet, the only sexual freedom I allowed myself.
One last eyeful of Christine’s pic and I clicked out of the file and rang Reid’s number.
“Zimmerman. What’s up?” he answered after a couple of rings.
“Hey, Sullivan. Just got a file from Dina.”
He chuckled. “She’s Jessie’s boss, the one who I had to bribe into giving me her number.”
“Yeah, I remember you telling me about her.”
Christine had originally booked a date with me for her friend back in April, but I had gotten sick earlier in the day from some bad Thai food. Reid had filled in for me. Tall, dark, and handsome, both of our Elite profiles promised, exactly what Christine had been looking for to gift her friend a night on the town without responsibilities.
“From what I’ve heard,” Reid said, “she’s a wildcat in the sack, so you’ll definitely have a good time.”
“Oh, I plan on it.” I always did.
“And I know you claim you don’t have a heart to lose—”
“Don’t worry,” I cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to reiterate. “I can keep things professional.” No woman had ever tempted me to cross an emotional line. Having witnessed the lack of loyalty between my parents when I’d been a kid, I wouldn’t allow myself the weakness of putting my heart in someone else’s hands.
“Good. So how’s work going?”
Glancing around the empty break room, I grinned, fully content in my life. “Nursing or fucking?”
Sullivan laughed. “The fucking-for-the-money night job.”
“Still pays better than my daytime position,” I answered with a wry grin. “Not quite as fun without you though, man.”
“Yeah, those were the days.” Reid huffed another laugh. “No more threesomes for me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I stabbed one of the steak tips with my plastic fork. “You’ve been skipping out when the guys’ get-togethers too. I’ve pretty much given up on the old crew. Micah, his brother, and the new hire, Cooney, are coming over for the game tomorrow. You gonna be around?”
“Jessie and I have plans.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course, he did—the same as my other friends that had been disappearing left and right due to offering their necks for a ball and chain.
“Keep in touch, will you?” I tossed out, not exactly exuberant about how lives changed around me.
“Sure thing, Zimmerman. Take it easy—but not on Christine. Jessica says she’s a kinky one who’ll give any man who knows what he’s doing a run for his money.”
We would see about that.
I hung up a minute later, shoveled the steak into my mouth, and reopened the image of Christine.
She wanted to meet at a dance place downtown. Thumping music, strobe lights, and those lips. I adjusted myself again. I sure as hell hoped she had some flesh to hold onto. With a face like that, a cushioned body for fucking, a beer and Patriots lover?
I just might fall in love.
With a derisive snort, I exited out of the file and put my phone down. Thanks to my parents’ shit marriage and ugly divorce after I’d gone into remission as a kid, I had sworn off relationships.
I chewed a piece of stringy steak, my brow furrowed. Soulmates didn’t exist. That’s why I enjoyed my night job with Elite. Get paid for sex, no attachments. Ever.
Sure, a handful of women had claimed to love me as they’d come around my cock, but who didn’t have that second or two of emotion when finding release? Who didn’t want to stay in that suspended-in-time high of euphoria and adrenaline forever?
Another peek at those green eyes and lush lips…Christine.
Fuck me. I couldn’t wait.
