I look down at my phone in my hand to see that Aspen has finally responded to my message. Holding up my finger to Hailey, I quickly check the message to see that Aspen won’t be home until at least five thirty. I really have nothing better to do anyways.
“Yeah, I can do it. I’ll tell Kylie to send them to my room.”
Hailey flashes me a half smile, before disappearing back into her room.
“Yeah, you’re welcome,” I mutter to myself.
I walk down the hall to find Kylie at her desk. She looks up from twisting her purple hair around her finger and waves me over when she hears me coming. “You better hurry up and get out of here before that skank cons you into staying longer.”
I let out a frustrated breath and lean against the desk. “Too late. Send her client to my room.”
“Seriously?” She questions. “You’re that easy, huh?” She grins while reaching for the phone. “I had a feeling that was going to happen so I didn’t tell Hailey who her client was. You just keep getting lucky, sweets. I’ll call and tell him to come back in.”
“Alright,” I say while walking away. “Send him on back to my room.”
I’m in my room for about three minutes before the door opens up and a handsome guy dressed to impress walks in. He smiles at me before reaching out to shake my hand. “Lynx,” he offers. His blue eyes meet mine and capture them.
I smile back at him as he begins to look me up and down. “Riley,” I say back. “I’ll be taking care of you today. I hope you don’t mind.”
He offers my hand a little squeeze before releasing it. “I don’t mind at all.” He reaches for the top button of his black button-down and starts to undo it. “Mind if I get undressed?” He lifts a brow, waiting for my response.
I shake my head, embarrassed, and reach for the door handle. “Oh sorry. Not at all. I’ll give you a few minutes.”
I quickly escape to the hall and give Lynx a few minutes to get undressed and comfortable before I knock on the door in warning and push it open.
Lynx is laying on his stomach, dressed in a tight little pair of black boxer briefs clinging to his small, muscular ass.
“Oh thank goodness,” I whisper to myself, glad that he didn’t decide to get naked like Cale did. I’m not sure I’d be able to handle that at the moment. Cale had me about to explode from touching his body and I have to admit that I’m still worked up and sexually frustrated.
“What was that,” he asks.
I smile down at him as he twists his neck to look at me. “Oh nothing. Sorry.” I take a second to take in his body and can’t help but compare him to Cale. This man is undoubtedly sexy with his dark, messy hair, and muscular, lean build, yet . . . he doesn’t even compare to Cale.
My heart skips a beat at the thought of Cale and it’s that moment that I realize I miss him already. I’ve been trying all day not to think about last night and the fact that I fell asleep in his arms, but seeing this gorgeous man and realizing that he still doesn’t come close to Cale and the effect his body has on me, makes me realize just how much I truly want Cale. I guess six years hasn’t done shit to make my heart forget him. It’s pretty sad that I just got out of a two-year relationship, yet it’s Cale that’s on my mind. He’s always had that power over me.
ASPEN HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT her job at the salon and other random things for the last hour, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Cale and the fact that he’s at the bar stripping right now. I didn’t really think about it much earlier, but knowing that he’s there now, taking his clothes off for tons of women that are probably pawing at his body, has me kind of jealous. I hate that they are there and I’m not. I really want to go and see what it’s like.
“Let’s go to Walk Of Shame,” I blurt out, cutting Aspen off.
Aspen leans back on the couch and smiles as if she’s a bit surprised by my request. “Oh boy. I don’t think you can handle it.” She shakes her head. “As a matter of fact . . . I know you can’t handle it. You don’t even know the things those boys do with their bodies.”
Excitement surges through me at the thought of watching Cale move his body, and now I’m anxious to hurry and get there. “I can handle it. That’s where you met Slade, right? If you can survive there, then I’m pretty damn sure I can too.”
“Yeah,” she says with a laugh. “It was a bumpy ride, that’s for damn sure.” She stands up from the couch when she hears the shower water turn off. “You should go by yourself. I think I’m going to be busy for the next couple of hours.”
Standing up, I give her a surprised look as she starts ushering me toward the door. “How damn rude. You’re just going to kick your big sister out like that?”
We both look over to the hallway when Slade appears dripping wet, his waist wrapped in a small towel that leaves little to the imagination.
“Damn,” we both say in unison.
Aspen gives me a little shove as Slade smiles at us and runs a hand through his wet hair. “Hell yes I am. You have somewhere to be and I have someone to do. Goodbye.”
I wave goodbye to Slade as Aspen shoves me outside and kisses me on the side of the head. “Love you too,” I mumble.
“Love you, sis, but you gotta go right now.” She hands me my purse. “Slade says hi and bye and hopes to see you soon. Tell Cale we love him. Buh bye.”
I roll my eyes and smile when the door closes in my face. As rude as this was . . . I want that. I want to want someone like that and for him to want me just as much. I never felt that with Tyler. Yeah, I loved him and he loved me, but we were never desperate for each other and never just had to have each other. What I wouldn’t give to have that feeling, and if I were to admit it to myself, I sort of felt that way last night when being in Cale’s arms. I felt this want and need to be close to him. Sort of like I do now.
I blow out a breath while walking to my car.
Walk Of Shame . . . here I come.
I get hit with a brick of nerves as soon as I pull into the parking lot of Walk Of Shame and see how many cars are occupying the lot. It’s packed and finding parking won’t be easy.
“Holy shit, these women don’t play around,” I mutter. Grabbing my wallet, I shove my purse under my seat and hop out of my car, pressing the lock behind me.