“Spencer. I can explain.” Her voice pulled me from my thoughts, only reminding me that she wasn’t who I thought she was.
“Sky,” I responded with a roll of my eyes as I slipped my phone back in my pocket.
“My name isn’t Sky.” She swallowed thickly.
“No? Then you gave Hunter the wrong name and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to know your real name? Or is there another name out there that neither of us know?” I scoffed.
“I swear my name is Avery. It’s a long story and I want to explain.”
“Do tell. I’m all ears.” My arms crossed as I waited impatiently.
“This isn’t the right place, and I don’t have much time.”
Her behavior continued to grow more anxious—incessant looks over her shoulder, her bottom lip being tugged on, her knee shaking.
“Please, just let me text you later. I can explain everything.”
“Yeah. Sure.” I nodded, ending the conversation so she could get back to herdate.
She looked over her shoulder one more time before pulling me into a corner that kept us out of sight.
“I promise it’s not what it looks like.” Her palm reached out for my cheek as she crept closer. Even in a pair of heels, she still only came up to my shoulders. Standing on her tip toes, she placed a quick kiss on my cheek, replacing her cold palm with her warm, soft lips.
Before I could register what was happening, the sound of her voice tickled my ear. “Please wait up for me tonight so I can explain everything.”
Then she was gone, leaving me standing there with her ruby red lips marked on my cheek, and watching her perfect ass sway in crimson silk back toward her date for the evening.
Waiting up for her would be easy.
Watching her with Hunter all night would be another story.
All I had to do was follow her around this room with my eyes, watch her every move, and wait until she left—hopefully alone.
Why didn’tI think for one second that Spencer would be at this event tonight? When Hunter reached out to me a few days ago on my website, I should have done more extensive research.
It should have been obvious to me that the owner of the Las Vegas Neon hockey team would know Spencer. But my mind was stuck on the job. The money. He offered to pay mesix grandto come to this event.
SIX GRAND.
Nights like these were easy money.
Before meeting up tonight, we ironed out all the details. He didn’t want a play toy or a fuck buddy for the night; he just needed a date. No spending the night and no sex? Sold.
Six thousand dollars to dress my best and wear a smile all night—it was an easy yes.
Now, the only thing that weighed on my mind was needing to tell Spencer about this part of my life. This was a prime example of why I couldn’t date when this was what I did for a living. It was entirely too messy.
I never intended to share this part of me with him, but thanks to our little run in, now I kind of felt like I had to.
Sure, we weren’tdating, and he didn’t reallyhaveto know all the details. But when I saw his face the moment Hunter introduced me as ‘Sky,’ something inside me broke. Then he told me to meet him by the bathrooms. The word vomit escaped, and I was practically begging him to hear me out later when I had a chance to explain.
I didn’t owe him anything. Certainly not an explanation. But I was being pulled in a million different directions: open up and tell him, stay quiet and keep my life private, maybe this could work out for once. Either way, I had a gut feeling that I needed to give him a little piece of me, no matter what might come from it.
It was just after one in the morning, and this event was finally wrapping up. I wasn’t worried about if I’d talk to Spencer or not because I could feel his eyes on me all night long.
“Ready?” Hunter’s voice shook me out of it.
I nodded, following him through the building and out toward the taxi line. It was part of our agreement that he would pay for my ride home but not wait with me or take me home himself. I couldn’t risk him—or any client for that matter—knowing where I lived.
