I glanced at my watch. “Crap,” I swore. If I didn’t hurry, I would be late for class.
“I’m fucking jealous.”
Since I told Shane about tonight’s plans, he’d said those same three words more times than I could count. I’d called him as soon as I got back to the dorms from class.
“I wish you were here. I’d feel ten times more comfortable.”
Shane’s vibrancy would draw the attention, allowing me to be the supporting bestie to his leading man energy.
“You said one of the guys from the club invited you, right?”
“Yeah, Ollie.”
I tugged at the outfit. Another of Shane’s ensembles that showed more skin than it covered.
“Shane, this isn’t…”
“Don’t you dare take that outfit off. You look amazing. And if you don’t find a Daddy tonight…”
“I’m not looking for a Daddy, Shane. I just want to go out and blow off some steam. Midterms are done. I did well. The team is meshing, and it’s the last weekend off until Christmas.”
“Okay, all that sounds good, except the part about not looking for a Daddy. Have you changed…”
“No. I know that dynamic is what I want and need in my life. It’s just that looking for one isn’t a priority. That’s all.”
“But why? I don’t understand.”
Sighing, I sat down at my desk so we could see each other. “It’s just not, Shane.”
He studied me, his brow cocked, head turning like a curiouspuppy or like Hawk did when he watched Alex. I saw the light bulb explode over his head like the night sky during July.
“You asshole! You’ve already found a Daddy.”
Crap!
“Shane…”
“Don’t you Shane me. I’m assuming it’s the silver fox you met and fucked months ago, because as far as I know, you’ve not been back to the club. Not that the club is the only place to meet a Daddy, but the season has started, so unless it’s someone on the team or in a class, but then… yeah, no. That doesn’t fit because you don’t like ‘em young. You’ve always wanted an older man.”
“Not true. Is it a preference? Yes, but it’s not a non-negotiable. You know this.”
“I’m not gonna make you say what I know to be true, but dayum, dude! You landed the King of Daddies.”
I closed my eyes, shaking my head. There was no use arguing with him. He knew me too well.
“I’m changing…”
“Absolutely not.”
“Shane, I don’t…”
“He will go feral after watching you shake your ass on the dance floor in that outfit. So, even though you won’t give me details or confirm I guessed right, at least let me live vicariously through you. Wear the outfit. Give your Daddy a show. You can thank me later. And tell me I was right about the outfit, of course.”
I nodded.
“Good, now I gotta go. I’ve gotta get ready for my own night on the town. Hopefully, I’ll get my ass plowed, too.”
He hung up with a wave before I could say anything. Standing, I went back to the mirror. I chewed my lips while looking at the outfit Shane helped me pick. Black booty shorts that highlighted my bubble butt and a cropped Maulers tee top. That was fine, kinda. It was the footwear Shane overnighted me that gave me pause.
