“Let me just go grab the keys,” Jessica says, walking back to the building, a bunch of her co-workers giving her dirty looks.
I smile at them all and watch as Hailey gushes over how pretty the car is. Then she sees the one-hundred-sixty-thousand dollar price tag.
“Hayes, no fucking way. I can?—”
“Last night’s earnings more than cover it, Hailey. I want to buy it for you.”
She licks her lips and rests her hips against the midnight blue exterior.
“So you’re like rich rich?”
“Indeed.”
“What about the taxes and insurance?” Hailey says, and my grin widens.
“Smart girl. Covered.”
“Hayes, I appreciate it, and I’ve never been spoiled like this?—”
“Say thank you, and give me hope that this won’t be our last date.”
She smiles, approaching me in a few steps, placing two fingers in my belt to tug me closer.
“You don’t have to spoil me with stuff for me to go out with you, Hayes.”
“I know. I just want to.”
She tilts up on her toes and gives me a soft kiss, before Jessica clears her throat with the keys in hand.
Hailey takes the driver’s seat as she puts down the top of the convertible and we ride through the backstreets of downtown.
The smile on her face was worth every single fucking cent.
When I get home, there’s a shirtless Nate leaning against the counter drinking a coffee. His dark brows furrow as I toss my wallet and keys on the counter.
“Did you buy a new car?” he asks.
“I did. It isn’t ready yet,” I lie easily.
“What were those texts last night about?”
“Just fucking with you, Nate. When are you going to admit you like her and want to get her number?”
I could tell the truth right now, but I just know he would be all moral about it. No one has time for that shit. I’ve got to force his and Hailey’s hands.
“You know it’s not that easy. Hell, I was this close to bonding her mother,” he says, pinching two fingers together.
“And thank fuck you didn’t. From what you’ve said, she seems nothing like her cunt of a mother.”
His cheeks blush a pretty pink and I smile, grabbing the waistband of his shorts. He groans as I fist his cock from the outside of his shorts.
“Have you touched yourself thinking about her?” I ask, squeezing his cock, my fingers sliding down to his knot.
He looks away, his neck now bright red.
“Does thinking about her scent make you fucking hard, Nate?” I ask, kissing the side of his throat.
“Fuck, Hayes.”
