As I made the long drive home, I couldn’t help but turn the evening over in my head. Kit had clearly been interested, and what was torturing me was howbighis interest was. That he seemed protective of me when I started talking about my sugar baby work felt kinda . . . nice. In reality, the number of people who had my back was thin on the ground. Hell, I didn’t have much in the way of people beyond Rowdy and his family, who I’d basically stolen as my own.
I checked out the night sky and wondered if the stars had any answers for me.
A notification went off as I pulled into Austin. I knew without looking that it would be Kit, and he’d be offering some sort of sheepish apology. The thought of him regretting our exchange turned my stomach. I didn’t want him to be sorry for being attracted to me, even if it was just the alcohol talking.
If I was being honest with myself, though, I was also a little tired of being treated like a sex object. Maybe it didn’t make any sense, wanting to be appreciated for my assets without being treated like one, but I was a human being, not some testing ground for a hot guy’s latent sexuality.
Ugh.Make up your mind, Sky.
By the time I pulled into my premium parking space, I was looking forward to taking out my sexual frustrations on Daddy Big Bucks. Rich wasn’t much in the sack—hello, if he were, I’d be out of a job—but he’d do.
At least he would’ve done if I hadn’t gone and read Kit’s message.
txrancher87: Can we pretend that never happened?
Yep. Exactly what I figured he would do. Sighing, I typed out my response.
Me: Sure, Kit. You were under the influence. Like I said, I won’t hold it against you.
txrancher87: Thanks. You’re a great guy, and I never want you to feel disrespected.
Me: Cowboy, you could disrespect me anytime.
I grimaced the second I hit Send. Mixed messages, even in my own head.
txrancher87: lol.
Me: Are you trying to be funny with that lol?
txrancher87: Only if it made you laugh.
I sent him the Ron Burgundywe are laughingGIF.
txrancher87: Ha.
txrancher87: Also, that stinky ointment is workinggg.
Me: Good night, then, cowboy. Get some rest. And don’t forget—if I see you walking around without your brace, I will kick you in the knee.
txrancher87: Wow. You’re bossy and mean.
Me: Don’t forget it, bitch.
I cackled as I reached the elevator, unable to help myself. I got an unreasonable amount of joy calling him a bitch, if only because the merest whiff of gay always sent him into a tight-lipped panic. Which, of course, made me want to smack him with a gay bat until he was willing to split me in two with his impressive cock.
Sure, I only saw the outline of that thing, but I recognized a two-hander when I saw one.
Double ugh.Stop thinking about Kit’s dick.
I adjusted myself in my pretty slacks, then punched in the door code and entered the gorgeous condo Rich’s company owned. I walked in and set my bag on the bar separatingthe kitchen from the living area, my expensive shoes a sharp staccato on the high-end tile.
“Honey, I’m horny!” I giggled. “I mean, I’m home!”
Rich had little in the way of stamina or flexibility, but he was always willing to pop whatever pills were necessary to get the job done. The answering silence, therefore, was confusing. I cocked my head to the side and looked around the condo. Because it was Rich’s company property, it had come preloaded with art and furniture. Despite all the things filling the space, it had an empty quality that gave me a cold pit in my stomach.
Maybe he got called away on business?
I quickly made my way into the room we shared and . . . fuck. Nothing but an unmade bed and an empty walk-in closet. Still not able to believe he’d up and leave me without a word, I checked his office, which stood empty, save for the provided office furniture and monitor.
