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I stare at the mess, at the waiter being hauled up by his manager, and find some words.
“Yeah, we should go. Let me pay.”
With shaking hands, I pull out several hundred-dollar bills and set them on the table. That should be enough to cover it all. I’m pretty sure I’m overpaying, but at the same time, we did make a huge mess. It’s only fair.
“Look at you, Mr. Money Man,” Everly says with a grin. “Do you always carry hundred-dollar bills around with you?”
“For emergencies.” I glance around. “And this is definitely one.”
His hand squeezes my dick once more, and I gasp, flicking his hand away, needing to get out of here before I walk out with a wet spot on the front of my slacks.
“Can I get a ride home?” Everly asks when he stands up and follows me to the restaurant door, not even saying goodbye to Garrett.
To be fair, I didn’t say anything to LoveJoy either. But he was in Garrett’s lap and didn’t seem to notice me. Which is fine by me. I don’t need to be dating a man who does the can-can in the middle of a restaurant. That’s not my scene or my preference.
“Fine, but no more funny business,” I say sternly, and Everly places a hand over his heart.
“Only the funniest of business, I promise.”
I scowl. That’s not what I said. Not at all. But I still let him follow me to my car and open the door for him. Like the gentleman I am.
I will behave like a gentleman the rest of the night.
I will.
Chapter Eleven
Everly
Isomehow manage to persuade Dr. Sinclair to take me back to his place. I don’t know how I did it, but I did. Seems the full moon is working its magic tonight. I just suggested it and he did an illegal U-turn and drove me right to his place.
“No funny business,” he says again.
I bite my bottom lip to keep my smile at bay. Right, no funny business. None at all.
Because being with him won’t be funny at all. No, it will be mind-blowing.
Hot as fuck.
I don’t know what it is about this guy, but I am totally obsessed. Showing up to his date was next-level stalker shit, but I did it anyways.
Didn’t help that Garrett encouraged it. He’s a terrible influence.
But it went better than expected. Not only did the date go horribly, but I got to touch his dick.
I want to touch it again.
Not that he lets me.
He sweeps inside his townhouse, introduces me to his fish, and then disappears into his room.
“Make yourself at home,” he says, and I honestly feel like I should strip out of my clothes and sit naked on the couch.
I contemplate it for a moment. A long moment. Would that be too manipulative?
Probably, but then again, like Dr. Sinclair said, my brain isn’t fully developed. If I make a bad decision, we can just blame it on my underdeveloped brain.
But before I can strip naked and lay myself on the couch like a fifties porn star, he reappears, his tie gone and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Well, hell. Now I’m even hornier. I can see his chest hair.