Got her pussy ready for cock.
And now what? She’s going to my hotel to pick up some basement-dwelling reject just because she needs something in her pussy?
No.
Fuck no.
“Do you have a parent?”the check-in lady asks me.
“Well, it’s a little complicated…”
“I’ll say,” Whitman huffs.
“You can have a guardian, right?” I point to Crawford.
“This is what you needed security for?” Crawford demands.
“He was a teen father. We’re emotionally enmeshed. ThinkGilmore Girls.”
“You’re paying him to be here?” Whitman asks as we enter the small ballroom set up with tables and chairs for the speed dating.
“Crawford is giving me a sibling discount,” I tell Whitman.
“No. Crawford will be paid full price.”
“Take your ticket.” I hand him the scrap of paper.
The parents call out directions to their dissociating children.
“Smile!”
“Sit up straight!”
“Honey, don’t forget to show her that video of you playing the piano!”
“We just really sheltered her too much,” one woman tells me as her daughter sits across from me, typing out an email on her phone.
“This is what my mom wanted for her birthday,” the young woman informs me, rolling her eyes. “Damn.” She looks over to where Crawford is talking to a giggling woman in a blue dress. “Guess they do have hot guys here.” She tucks the phone away and checks her makeup.
“Hey, what about me?” I demand.
“You have ‘I’m taken’ written all over your face,” the girl snorts. “You might as well have a wedding ring on. When is this going to switch?” She cranes around me. “I need to bribe someone here to take my spot so I can get that thick blond brownie in front of me.”
Her mom is aghast. “Is he even employed?” she demands.
“Barely.” I snort.
A bell rings, and all the men get up and switch places. I have been shoved in front of Carolina.
“Long time no—”
Carolina grabs the front of my suit jacket. “You need to up your game if you really want Winnie,” she whispers to me. “Because she’s probably—maybe—falling for a man who’s really bad for her.”
I can’t help the scowl.
“Also”—Carolina leans back—“this town is worse than Minneapolis. You just see the same people over and over again.” She glares out over the crowd. “Get it together, Svensson,” she warns. “I just heard that the guy Winniecrushed on hard for years is back in town. You have a lot of competition for my friend.”
Ding!
