She asks again, but I pay no attention to her. When the woman starts talking to me like I’m ignorant, that’s when the problem starts. “Well, why didn’t you say so? Sit down in one of those chairs, and I’ll get him for you.”
Hudson has been waiting on the other side of the door for me. I didn’t even have to knock before he’s jerking me inside.
“I’m busy. Can’t see visitors right now.”
Why did Hudson look scared?
“Seriously, get rid of her. She’s the one I told you about, Lyla. The one that if she comes in, you make an excuse because her husband is one of my most key clients. She doesn’t comprehend the fact that I don’t want to fuck her and keeps coming back for more attempts.”
My eyebrows furrow and I cross my arms. “Not every woman is trying to fuck you, Hudson. Are you sure you aren’t reading too much into it?
“You ‘re jealous, I can tell. Why?”
“Don’t give yourself that much credit. She’s not competition.”
I still had an inkling in the back of my head that maybe he did sleep with her. Maybe that’s why she keeps coming back? She wants more. “If you slept with her, I won’t judge you. It’s your life. Just don’t lie to me about why I’m kicking her out.”
I see his face turn red. “Something you should know about me is I don’t fuck people I know, employ, or that I would potentially see again. I don’t do complicated. I give them all the pleasure they want and then send them on their way. And no, I did not sleep with her. That would be problematic.”
“Right,” I say to him with a wink.
Is this some sly way to give me hints to walk away and not look back?
Sorry, buddy. Not happening.