Page 12 of Royce: The Handler


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Her head was still lifting and falling. She was picking up everything I was putting down.

“How’d you know?”

“Know what?”

“About Brandon and I?”

“There’s not much I don’t know. Enjoy your night.”

“Uh… you too. And, thank you.”

“The deed isn’t done. Thank me once you’ve managed to make it through the night without giving into his advances.”

“How?”

“How what, Brittany?”

“How will I thank you?”

“By finding someone worthy of your time. You’ll be around incredible suitors between those hospital walls. Take your pick. Goodnight.”

“Okay, but I didn’t get your name.”

“I didn’t give it to you.”

“I–”

“Goodnight,” I finalized.

“Goodnight.”

With her tail tucked behind her, she took off in the other direction. I shook my head as I released a sigh.

She’s definitely going to fuck him tonight. I thought.Hopefully I’m wrong.

I settled with my own company as I waited for the inevitable.Brandon’s return. He wasn’t obligated to me as I wasn’t obligated to him. Whoever and whatever he wanted to do or pursue he could and vice versa.

The respect he showed during his quest was most important to me. Hadn’t I known his history in lengths, I would be clueless at the moment, and that’s exactly how I planned to move throughout the rest of the night. Until it was my turn, at least.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized as he approached the table.

I shrugged with a smile, admiring his handsome features. Brandon was far from slim, yet I doubted there was a crumb of fat lingering on his body. He visited the gym as often as he visited the restroom. His results were staggering.

Bulging arms.

Wide back.

Chiseled midsection.

Thick thighs.

It was all covered in dark chocolate that I would like to assume tasted as well as it looked. I wasn’t sure I’d ever find out, but I was certain Brittany could attest to the facts if I inquired.

“There was a little line forming or whatever. Had to wait that out.”

Brandon lied straight through his teeth. Still, I leaned in closer, placing my elbows on the table and bringing my shoulders inward. Rhea would have a fit if she saw me.

“It’s fine. Have you been here before?”