He crossed his arms, surprise flashing over his handsome face. He stared, and finally, he laughed again, clearly impressed as he pulled out his wallet. Dragging out a couple of Ben Franklins, he eyed me. “I’ll give you the money if you put your number in my phone. We can meet again tomorrow night.”
I shrugged and winced as another throb spread across my face, but I wasn’t sure if it was from my eye or the new cut. “Yeah, I’ll give you my digits, but not promisin’ about tomorrow night. I work all day tomorrow. Some of us have physical jobs, Fancy Pants.”
And I didn’t know what Mom’s shifts were. For all I knew, I was on babysitting duty again. Although, if I was desperate, I could ask our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Carmine, to watch Ginny. But first, Zayn had to prove he was worth it.
He passed me the bills and pulled out his phone from his pocket, so I tapped in my number under the name Moose. As soon as he took the phone back, he was messing with it, and a moment later, he flashed me the screen. My name had changed from “Moose” to “Moosey Bear,” complete with an emoji of a moose and bear next to it.
I rolled my eyes. “You’resofunny, Fancy Pants.”
He chuckled again and typed, and a moment later my phone buzzed. “There, now you have my number. My contact should be under the name the Best Sex I’ve Ever Had.”
He was sure of himself, I gave him that. Flipping him the finger, I turned and walked up the way we’d come. He was right behind me, and I felt his eyes on my ass, staring so intently I was surprised my jeans didn’t catch fire.
When we reached his car, I shoved his shoulder and pointed at it. “Get in and get lost.”
“I could wait for the Uber with you.” Under the streetlights, he had a glow. Or maybe it was because he’d just gotten laid.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a kid. Fucking go before I delete your message from my phone and block you.”
His laughter was as bright as him, and when he leaned forward to give me a kiss, I turned my head so he met my cheek. It was nice and his lips were warm, and I hated how my shoulders relaxed and my muscles melted. He gave me a wide smile as he opened his car door and pulled out a box of wet wipes from somewhere behind the driver’s seat. He passed them to me.
“Clean yourself up. I don’t think an Uber driver will let you in the back looking that way.”
With a wink, he got in his car, honked his horn, and drove away.
I watched him until he was gone before I sighed and got to work wiping down my face. When I was done, I yanked out my phone to set up an Uber, the bills still clutched in my hand. That’s when I saw his message.
Unknown
I can’t wait to get inside you again, Moosey Bear. Your hole was perfect for my cock.
I trembled. This was fucked, so why was I hard again?
I added his contact into my phone, grinning down at the name. That’d teach him.
Small Dicked Fancy Pants
4
ZAYN
“Why are we here again?” Eddison whispered out of the corner of his mouth while slouching in his chair in my direction. His elbow bumped mine at the scratched long table our team took up in the back of Lenore’s, a café near the NGU campus. The dilapidated piece of black furniture looked like it used to live in someone’s dining room. I rubbed my thumb across a spatter of dried purple paint between my laptop and mug of lukewarm coffee. I kept an eye on our boss, who was droning on and on andfuckingonabout some government paperwork we forgot to fill out.
Eddison nudged me.
I shrugged.
Raising his cup to hide his mouth, he grunted. “Gerald—” He nodded at our boss. “—thinks this is a more creative environment than the office.” His lips twitched and he mostly hid his grimace as he stared at the black walls interrupted here and there by framed vibrant artwork, but he squinted a teeny bit.
I snagged the inside of my lip with my teeth to stop from rolling my eyes.
“Why?” he asked.
Eddison loved to answer his own questions, so I waited politely.
“Because college students reeking of weed and their parents’ money waste their time here.”
“That’s so fucking creative.” I snorted.
