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Are you quite finished?

STERLING

Honestly, I’m not sure.

About that booty call...?

My chest tightens. I’m not usually so forward. And we’ve already established that it’s been a while. If he rejects me I might not be able to show my face at Protocol ever again.

Huh.

Wait. That might be a good thing, then Phoenix might stop trying to get me laid.

STERLING

Even after all that you still wanna fuck me?

Would you rather I didn’t?

STERLING

I’m on my way.

You still don’t know where I live.

I send him my address, and he tells me he’ll be here in fifteen minutes. It’s a sufficiently long enough time for me to change my mind, to talk myself out of inviting a near stranger into my home to fuck him, but I try to stay busy.

I load and run my dishwasher, fold some laundry while I try to call Maddie who texts me to say she’s at the hospital with Mimzy, her grandmother, and I pace back and forth enough that I may end up with a hole in my pretty cream rug.

A glance at the clock tells me it’s been eleven minutes. Mymouth dries, and my palms get sticky. I shouldn’t have invited him to my place, I should have told him we’d meet at the club later, but I didn’t want to.

Did I want him to see where I lived? Did I want to give him that glimpse into my life? Or did I want to avoid having to take a ride share home because he made my legs weak all over again?

Wishful thinking, but I’m pretty sure he can deliver a solid second round performance.

The doorbell mercifully chimes before I can answer my own questions.

He’s here.

CHAPTER 10

Sterling

From the momentI read the words “booty call” on my screen, my dick has been painfully hard in my jeans.

I know she used it a few times but from her elegance and poise... I don’t know. I don’t think she’s the kind of woman who makes booty calls. This may very well be her first. Don’t get me wrong, my booty is gleefully happy to be called by this woman, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up, or set any expectations in case I get here, and she has no real idea what she propositioned me with.

Rationally speaking, I know she knows. She has the internet. If she was clueless before she looked it up, she probably educated herself. But I still want to make sure I keep the door open to simply sitting and having a conversation with the most captivating woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Fucking hell. I need to shake this off. It’s been less than forty eight hours, and I already have love hearts popping out of the side of my head. My palms are sweaty. When was the last time I had sweaty palms when going to meet a girl?

High school?

Christ alive. I’m crushing hard on this woman.

I pull into the parking garage for her apartment building, and for some reason check myself in the rearview before getting out of the car. Not sure why, it’s not like I can go wash my face before stepping into her house, but I’m reassured that there’s no spinach in my teeth from lunch, and no toothpaste on my shirt from this morning.

My finger doesn’t make it to the buzzer before she’s on the intercom telling me how to get to her apartment, and when I get to her door, it’s already cracked open.