“Where’s my father?”
Lorenzo fishes his cell phone out of his suit pocket. “At my house. I’ll drive you.”
Great.
As much as I’ve always wished for this moment, I can’t say I’m bouncing on my feet for it.
From the details Ozzy told me, it’s not going to be good.
In fact, it’s going to be shit.
Like everything else.
I need a line.
“I’m still going to pass,” I deadpan, standing to my feet. “If anyone bugs the fuck out of me tonight, I’ll be sniffing cleaning products to get high. Leave me the fuck alone.”
THIRTY-TWO
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CAIRO: Meet me at our spot.
BAY: We have a spot?
CAIRO: We do. My bike is parked outside my coffee shop. It’s the safest spot.
BAY: Is our spot the bike or the shop?
CAIRO: You know exactly which one is our spot, Little T. And I never pegged you for clueless.
BAY: I come with a lot of baggage, AKA The Nameless.
CAIRO: I know a little trick for that.
And he did.
When I arrived at Cairo’s place of business, his bike was parked in the alley in the back. He instructed me on what to say to my newly found fan club—stand around the edges so we could talk privately—and Cairo wasted no time hopping on his bike and lifting the little skirt I had on.
The one Ipurposelywore today for his pleasure.
I’m straddling him, my thighs wrapped around his waist with my feet dangling over the side of the black crotch rocket, as Cairo’s thick cock is buried deep inside me.
Every time I answer him, he gives me a nice little rock of his hips to fill me more.
There’s no way the guys standing yards away with their backs to me don’t know we’re fucking.
Even if I keep my voice slightly calm and collected, there’s still a blatant neediness to my tone.
“Did you eat the fresh fruit I had brought to you?”
I fight the need to roll my eyes because the basket came with a note that said to eat at least two pieces a day with a shitload of chocolates and a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
I’m so ignorant when it comes to chivalrous shit that I downloaded an app to tell me what they were.
I’ve never gotten flowers before, except from Dad when I graduated high school. Levi bought me cheeseburgers and car parts. And since then, I’ve never seen the point of receiving anything else.
But the peonies, baby’s breath, and dahlias were gorgeous, and I immediately put them on display like a girl with a hardcore crush on a guy who’s courting her.
