Damn it, that was close.
I glanced at Zayn. “Listen, just...send me the name of the hotel. I’ll get an Uber there. I’ve gotta take the car home.”
Zayn smirked and crossed his arms. “How do I know my boy will come?”
“Because yourboywants to actually come, Daddy.” Heat rose in my cheeks.Get your shit together, Moose.I backed away. “Text it to me. Oh, and give me cash for the Uber.” I held out my hand.
Zayn chuckled, eyes shining and mouth wet as he licked his lips. “It’ll be easier for me to send it to you electronically this time.”
“No fucking idea how,” I grumbled. “Just give me the cash when I get to the hotel. Gonna need to put it in my bank.” I slidinto the driver’s seat of the car and peered out the window. “Hey, dude.”
His eyebrows furrowed the moment “dude” was out of my mouth.
“If you wanna make me really call you Daddy, you better make it hurt first.” I pushed the pedal to the metal before he could comment, laughing as I went. If Fancy Pants wanted to prove he was worth it, I wanted to feel pain with my pleasure. And hell, if he could get us in the audience at the nuthouse, I’d probably blow him right there in the crowd with people watching us.
6
ZAYN
“He wants me to make it hurt. I’ll do more than make it hurt. I’ll make him dead. Damn it.”
Panic was an ugly look on me, and I knew it, but I couldn’t really do much about that at this point. What was I going to do? Where was I going to take Moose? I had money but no connections in this city.
I stood outside the revolving glass door of the Solitude Estate hotel and stared down the street in the direction Moose was marching toward me. I’d chosen this spot because it was a short walk from most of the fun spots in downtown New Gothenburg. Fuck it. I was going to take him out. He could bluster and blow, but he was going. Who didn’t go out? I’d found him in a bar, for God’s sake.
As he reached me, I smiled. He tried to waltz past me into the lobby, but I grabbed his hand. He pulled out of my grip, but slower than last time we’d done this dance, and I counted that as a win.
“What are you doing?” He fidgeted, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced up at the hotel’s sleek gray stone facade. Ididn’t miss that he’d taken the time to shower and change into a nice green V-neck T-shirt that highlighted all the best things about him. He wore jeans, but they were clean, as if perhaps he only dragged them out of the drawer on “nice” occasions. Delight twirled lazily in my stomach, and I wanted to slap myself.
This wasn’t a real date.
“What are you doing . . . ?”
I waved my hand at him.
He stared at me, blinking owlishly.
“You meant to say, what are you doing,Daddy.”
He sighed and bit his bottom lip, but his cheeks were flushed. I could tell I was getting to him already. This was kind of fun. I winked at him, and he groaned, covering his face with both hands.
“I already told you that I can’t?—”
“Yeah, yeah, you had a lot to say on how you can’t possibly go to the ball, Cinderella, but you are.Weare going out.” This time when I took his hand, he scowled but let me haul him to our right along the sidewalk.
“No, I’m not,” he snarled.
I grabbed his shoulder and spun him, pinning him against a wide shop window. Behind him, a short lady with long red hair, wearing a black leather jacket, stopped smelling a scented candle to laugh at us, and I winked at her. He glanced behind himself into the store and sucked in a breath. I didn’t doubt that he could get out of my grip if he wanted to do it, but he only stood there staring down at me.
“You’re going to do as I say. If I’m your Daddy, you’re going to go where I tell you to go, which in this case is a nice restaurant. You’re going to eat good food. You’re going to tell me thank you when I pay, and then you’re going to let me fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
He sighed and wilted against the glass, except for an excited bulge in his jeans that was happy to be exactly where I’d put him. “That sounds good, Daddy.” His cheeks flushed. “You really want to do all that stuff with me?”
The vulnerability in his voice made my gut twist. There was something weird here.Off.He wasn’t acting like any drug dealer I’d ever taken out.
Cocky.
Self-assured.
