I almost laugh at that. “I love that I look desperate enough to put off signals that my singleness is a crisis.”
“Seriously. I can play matchmaker. I’ve hooked up lots of couples. And with a little…reshaping…” she touches my hair and forces a smile. “We can find you someone in no time.”
“Cal and I exchanged numbers,” I blurt out.
Amanda blinks, her expression blank. “Cal? The…Vegas guy?”
“Yes. After we slept together. We swapped numbers.”
“That’s…interesting. And cute. But the odds of him ghosting you are pretty high, sweetie.”
“Actually…we’ve been in touch.”
“He texted you?”
No? But yes?
“Yes.”
Kate’s eyebrows stitch together, and she nibbles on her bottom lip, a telltale Kate sign that she’s piecing something together. “Alright. Well, it still seems a little crazy but–”
“Isn’t that how it always starts? A little crazy? You always say love is unpredictable and that you find it when you least expect it.”
“I guess so,” she forces a smile. “So, when are you going to see him again?”
“If I had to guess…very soon.”
She squeals and we go back to watching the show. Meanwhile, my stomach is fluttering. I am going to see him again soon. Because crazy or not, it would be even crazier not to accept this offer. Which means I’m going to see him tomorrow…and the day after that…and the day after that.
Till death do us part, right?
Chapter 13
Callum
My dick is rock hard when I step into the shower after work.
It’s been hard since I saw Amanda and realized what was going on.
Even after our conversation that was…heated…I kept seeing her in passing. In my building. As my new hire. Needless to say, I left work early, something I never do. But I am pretty sure this counts as a medical emergency.
I let the hot water hit me wondering how on God’s green earth I am going to do this day after day. No one, and I mean no one, has ever affected me like this woman has. I knew she was different the moment I saw her at that stupid speakeasy.
How could I not have known?
I am a detailed man. I run a tight ship. Actually, my father runs the ship still, but he has a tendency to blow holes in his own ship, and I am the one who patches those holes both before the ship sinks and before the public even notices anything.
So how did I skim over a profile half-assed enough that I didn’t realize Amanda is…Amanda? To be fair, I didn’t just skim it. I just skipped over the personal shit and went straight to the credentials. Which were flawless. And her tapes? Even more so.She is the most perfectly ideal candidate I have seen come across my desk in years.
And that’s not the only thing about her that’s perfectly ideal.
My hand wraps around my cock as I close my eyes thinking about her.
Her red hair tousled every time I saw her. Like it won’t behave. Like she has no control.
I pump my hand, base to tip and bite my lips.
Her pink lips, so full and soft. They tasted like berries, I fucking kid you not. I am not a lipstick man, and I couldn’t even tell you if she was wearing any but whatever was on her lips tasted like dessert.
