I curse myself internally for being honest and noble. Noah would’ve thrown out a Venmo request in a heartbeat. Well, maybe not for Aaron, but in principle.
“Right, sorry,” Aaron says, his voice dark and raspy. But there’s also a hint of melancholy there that pulls on my heart strings. Which is why I say the thing I should not say.
“But…” I say carefully. “If things are going… well—” I swallow harshly. “After ten-oh–one…” I let out a breath. “We can continue our date on ourowntime.”
Aaron breathes out a deep sigh. “I see.”
I hope I didn’t just put a nail in this whole thing by being an honest fucking idiot.
I shouldn’t have said that. I should have dodged his question. Now he’s going to think I’m a fucking slut or something because I just made myself totally sound like an escort.
Shit.
“Do you like French food?” he asks, his smooth voice carrying in the space. I let out a sigh of relief. He’s still talking to me, so that’s a plus. Maybe I haven’t blown this thing completely.
“I’m not opposed to it as long as snails are off the menu.”
Aaron laughs and it’s genuine. “Not a fan of escargot, huh?”“Or clams or mussels, or anything slimy,” I say in disgust.
“Noted. How doesFrenchman’sfor brunch tomorrow sound?”
I look at the clock, noting it’s going on eleven fifteen already. We’ve been talking for, like, forty-five minutes and I swear it doesn’t even feel like five minutes have passed.
“What time?”
Aaron grunts out another sound, and I hear the pouring of liquid in the background.
“Ten?” he asks.
I nod. “Ten works for me.”
“Sounds good.”
There’s a moment of pause before he says, “Thank you.”
“Of course. I’m glad I can help.”
A moment later the line goes dead, and I breathe a sigh of relief, but that relief is short-lived when I realize it’s late and I should head to bed, but I also feel strangely buzzed and maybe a little anxious about meeting up with Aaron tomorrow.
Chapter Five
Jacob
The line goes dead and for a moment it really sinks in that I’m doing this. I’m meeting Aaron tomorrow for breakfast to go over this date and—shit! I realize I don’t know what he looks like. I debate sending him a text, maybe asking for his picture, but I don’t want to be awkward and we already talked and…
He knows what I look like, since he’s seen my profile photo, and he made that comment about myperfectmouth.
Hell, you can suck me off in the fucking closet with that perfect mouth of yours if you want.
My cock twitches, and I realize I’m still hard. Fuck.
I shouldnotbe turned on this much by the sound of someone’s voice.
Maybe I’m just overdoing it with too many audiobooks lately because I haven’t had a chance to sit down and read. Yeah, that’s got to be it. We’ll blame it all on Teddy Hamilton.
Apparently dark, sexy voices are rotting my brain.
I relent, heading for my bedroom as I undress myself. Ten isn’t early by any means, but I usually get up around eight, so if I want to get an ample amount of rest, I need to get to bed. It’s been a long day. My meet up with Bella, plus my weekly run in the park, and then my afternoon meet up with Veronica to go over the plan, then the date itself, and now…
