I hurry back to Darby. "Sorry about that. Are you decent?"
"Considering I just fucked myself with a dildo in front of you…yes?"
I chuckle even though I can't tell if he's joking or if he's that young he doesn't know what being decent means in that context.
My chest suddenly goes hollow.
I've been so wrapped up in everything that it completely slipped my mind there's a massive age gap between us. There's no way a young guy in his prime with his whole life ahead of him would be interested in a washed-up former model like me.
Don't get me wrong, I love my life. It's quiet and settled and peaceful…but that's not exactly what a guy in his twenties is looking for.
I shake off the depressing thoughts since Darby has been locked in for way too long.
"I'm opening the door."
The override key slides in, bypasses the electrical system, and, and I can finally open the damn door.
"Wait!"
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Darby
The partially opened door closes again.
"What is it, Darby?"
I let Kip's voice linger in the air before answering. "I… I'm a little nervous."
"Why?"
Good question.
Until ninety minutes ago, I didn't know Kip Minari existed.
But I do now.
We've talked.
Laughed.
Exchanged secrets.
One of us has orgasmed.
As much as I want to get the hell out of this fitting room, a part of me doesn't want the talking, the laughing, the secret sharing, or the orgasms to end.
"Did you mean what you said?" I ask, hugging my arms as I drop down onto the chair, a cold shiver sweeping over me even though I'm fully dressed apart from my shoes.
"I said a lot of things. What specifically are you referring to?"
"About taking me out on a few dates. Or was that just an off-the-cuff comment? Something to keep me distracted. It's okay if it was. I'd just like to know, that's all."
"Of course I meant it." His tone takes on a firmness I haven't heard yet, forceful without being aggressive. "I don't wantyouto feel any pressure. I've seen you already. That's given me an unfair advantage if you think about it. When I open this door, there's every chance in the world I might not beyourtype. And I want you to know that's okay."
I already know he's my type. He's shown me the kind of man he is—kind, caring, protective, funny, with the perfect sprinkling of naughty.
"I already like you, Kip. I don't care what you look like."
