"I'm at work at nine. What time do you get up?"
"Around five."
"Great, that's about when I get home from work. I'll text you then."
"It's a date."
I rolled my eyes when I realized what I had texted back to Didi. He was going to think I was a complete flake, and he might be right. I couldn't believe I was getting excited over the idea that a man I didn't know—a stripper—might text me first thing in the morning.
I had to be out of my mind.
Chapter Two
~ Andrew ~
I groaned as my alarm went off, pulling me from the erotic dream I'd been having about Didi. I was sweating, and there was a distinctive wet warmth on my abdomen. I lifted the sheet and stared down at the cum smeared on my skin and groaned again but, this time, for a vastly different reason.
Well, hell, I hadn't come in my sleep in years. I wasn't sure how I felt about doing it now, but I understood it. That dream had been something else. I flipped the blankets back—knowing without looking that I'd need to change them—swung my legs to the side of the bed, and then sat up.
I rubbed my hands over my face as I tried to come to terms with the fact that I'd come all over myself like a teenager with a crush. I seriously needed to think about getting laid. I hadn't had more than my hand in a couple of years.
Despite what Madeline had done, I’d refused to betray my marriage vows. That just wasn't who I was. I'd made a vow to her, and I kept those vows until I learned she had been sleeping around on me, and Darren hadn't been the only one. There had been a string of guys in and out of our bed. Once I learned she had been unfaithful, I'd filed for divorce.
Infidelity was one thing I couldn't stand. If committed to someone, I stayed committed. If I wanted to play the field, I'd let the other person I was in a relationship with know and get out of that commitment. It was that simple to me.
It also made the last few years very lonely. Madeline might have been out sowing her wild oats, but I'd been sitting at home alone, trying to keep my marriage together. And even though the divorce had been final for the last six months, I hadn't been able to bring myself to fool around with anyone. I was still emotionally abused from my failed marriage.
Maybe this was a sign that it was time to go back to the land of the living. I wasn't married anymore. I had no commitment to anyone besides my work. I was beholden to no one. If I wanted to find some cute stripper and spend the night with him, nothing was stopping me.
Except maybe me.
I hated one-night stands. It had been one of the reasons I'd married Madeline. I didn't like nameless hook-ups. I wanted to get to know someone, find out their likes and dislikes, their dreams and fantasies, and then I wanted to make those fantasies come true.
I couldn't do that with a backroom hook-up.
Maybe I was over-thinking this. Didi had mentioned nothing about hooking up. Hell, he might not even be gay. He probably wasn't. He had mentioned he'd stripped for some woman's bachelorette party. Just because he thought I was handsome didn't mean he was interested.
I got up and walked into my master bath. After taking care of business, I climbed into the shower and washed off the evidence of last night's erotic dream then washed my hair and rinsed off. I turned off the shower and climbed out, reaching for a towel.
After drying off, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was thirty-seven years old. Young for a lawyer in my position but old for a single man. I thought I'd have kids by now. I shuddered to think of what Madeline would do if we'd had kids. She would have had her hooks in me for the rest of my life.
Thank god for birth control.
I tossed the towel in the dirty clothes hamper and then made my way out of the bathroom. My phone started buzzing just as I walked out. No one was there to see my rush toward it, so I was going to admit nothing.
I also wasn't going to admit the happiness that sprouted inside my chest when I saw I had a text from Didi.
"Good morning."
I quickly typed back my response."Good morning, Didi."
"That's my stage name. My real name is Dalton."
"Dalton?"
"Dalton Darby. DD, but I spell it Didi."
I smiled as I sat down on the side of the bed. "Would you mind if I called you Dalton?" I didn't want to be lumped in with the people who went to watch him dance, even if I did want to see him dance.
