“Tuesday?”
Someone was in a hurry.“One condition,” I said, biting at my lip in the most suggestive way I could, in public.
His gaze immediately fixed on my mouth.He nodded.
I smiled.“It’s sweet for today.But I’m going to need to do more than kiss you, if I come all the way out to Robinson for a date.”
He smiled right back.“What did you have in mind?”
I licked my lips while he watched—and ran the toe of my boot up the inside of his calf beneath the table.“I’m sure something will come to me while I’m all alone tonight.”
“Yeah, now you mention it.”He shifted in his seat, chuckling and flushing.“I’ll probably have a few ideas by then, too.”
Chapter 4: TARAN
Jennie
How were we together for three fucking years and I’m only just now finding out you’re into guys?Honestly, Taran.Do you think it’s appropriate to be engaged to someone, to agree to spend the rest of your life with them, and to keep something that huge from them?
Hellofatextmessage from the ex-fiancée to wake up to on a Monday morning.I stared at it for a few seconds, then scrolled upward only to realize she’d texted me three or four times since I’d last read them.Or at least, since I’d last texted back.Nothing big, just stuff like, “Found your old charger behind the bed while moving it, can you believe it?”and “Did you know Monique and Billy broke up?”
Like we were just old friends instead of two people who’d been ready to spend the rest of their lives together.Until she fucked around and found out.
I rolled out of bed and tried to shake it off but kept thinking about her text in the shower.What if I hadn’t found out about Hockey Boy and her?What if I’d gone to that wedding with Mom and seen Diego, and still been engaged to Jennie?I couldn’t imagine a world where seeing Diego didn’t bring some old bruises to the surface.
Okay, I couldn’t imagine a world where I didn’t want him on sight.But maybe I’d have been so into Jennie, so devoted, that I wouldn’t even have thought about Diego like that?I’d never actually felt tempted like that when I was with someone.Monogamy was just my natural setting, I guess.But would it be different with Diego?
Shit, I was glad I’d never have to find out.
I definitely would’ve apologized to him at the wedding, either way.And that would’ve led to me explaining things to Jennie.Maybe she was right; itwasweird that I never told her I was into guys, not outright.I’d commented on hot guys and even contributed to conversations with her and her friends ranking celebrities in order of hotness, but she’d never asked, so I’d never said.And I didn’t know what I would’ve said anyhow.Yeah, obviously I like guys too?Yeah, I’ve been with a guy before, but even if I hadn’t, I’d still be attracted to them, so does it make a difference?Yeah, but I’ve never said it out loud to anyone but Diego?
I decided to let it cook in the back of my mind while I tried to focus on work for the day.I say tried, because at lunchtime, Diego sent me a picture of himself in the full-length mirror behind his front door.He had on a mesh top that fell off one shoulder and his chunky black boots.But my focus was all on the yellow plaid pleated skirt that—honestly, no idea how his dick wasn’t hanging out the bottom, it was so short.His thighs were long and well-muscled, all that pretty skin, so close to bronze it probably glittered in the sun, dusted with dark hair I wanted to run my fingers through.
God.Why didn’t more men wear skirts?We were missing the fuck out.
Diego
Fit check for tomorrow night.WDYT?
How the hell am I supposed to concentrate at work now?
?? What time?
Right now.Goddamn, you look incredible.
??
I get home by 6 usually.I’ll make sure I get there early.
Do I get a fit check from you?Something to look forward to?
I squirmed a little in my desk chair, grinning in the sure knowledge that he was doing this to me in the middle of my workday fully on purpose.He was probably just waking up for his.
Heh.And he took the time to put on an outfit I knew damn well he wasn’t gonna wear to work just to take a picture for me.Orrrrrr he had a backlog of hot pictures, which, fair enough.If I looked like him, I might too.
Wait til I get blood flow back to my brain.I’ll think of something.
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