Was this guy inside my head?
Was he really willing to get me my own room so I didn’t have to drive back?
A room in Beverly Hills wasn’t cheap, and he was going to be renting two. He clearly had a lot more money than me.
Once we were done hooking up, I could slip away and spread out in a real bed that wasn’t a bunch of springs on the floor. I could take an extra-long, extra-hot shower in the morning and not get screamed at for being in the bathroom for too long.
Maybe I could tan by the pool and relax for a while before I went back to Dean’s.
Damn, this was a tempting offer.
But was it too good to be true?
Was I completely bananas to even consider it?
“Go get me a fucking drink, you drunk!” Dean shouted. “And while you’re up, go tell your loser daughter to go to the store and get me more beer. I know that filthy slut has plenty of goddamn money.”
Decision made.
Me
As long as you’re cool with that, yes, I’m in.
As for the rideshare, I’ve got a car, but thank you.
Whiskey35
Done.
I’ll text you the room numbers once I check in.
Me
Perfect.
THREE
Walker
“Fuck … I …” Those were the words that fell out of my mouth when I opened the door to my suite.
I was so taken aback by her, the standard greetings—hello,good evening,thanks for coming—were gone from my vocabulary.
All it took was for the gorgeous, petite brunette to smile, and my dick turned achingly hard.
“Fuck … what? Me? Yes, I believe that’s why I’m here.” She let out a small laugh.
A quick dip down her body showed a casual outfit: jeans and a short-sleeved shirt—tight enough that her chest, stomach, and hips were outlined. And that fucking outline not only turned me on even more, but it confirmed this whole Hooked app was well worth my time.
“I wasn’t”—I shook my head, resetting my view, which continued to get better—“expecting you.”
She turned her neck, giving me a different angle. Aprofile that was just as sexy as looking at her straight on. “Who were you expecting?”
“No, I mean, I wasn’t expecting you to look likethis.”
“Didn’t you see my photo?”
I nodded.
