“This is actually a really fair price. I’m taking the house,” I say to Aaron.
I know that I’m veering off-topic, but I do not mind. My pulse thrums and my lips stretch in a smile. When I turn back to Aaron’s look of amazement, I chuckle under my breath.
“Just like that?” he questions again. Looks like Aaron will be doing a lot of questioning tonight.
“Yes. I know my father will hate it. He considers Latimer the devil’s armpit. He says there’s very little civilization here and the people still act like they’re stuck in 1989.” I chuckle when Aaron’s mouth falls open.
“Dude, your folks lived in Latimer for close to a decade. Why would he say that to a place that was once home?”
“Because he’s a snobby bastard, that’s why.”
Aaron shakes his head, unbelieving.
“I need to get out from beneath their thumb,” I say, glancing down again at my phone. The realtor’s message stares back at me as if daring me to go through with my plan.
I feel Aaron’s stare but refuse to meet it until he says, “If you’ve got feasible plans, you have to focus on that. Your father may not approve of it, but the most important thing is that you do what makes you happy.”
Aaron’s words give me the courage to tell him all about my app; my dream baby. I tell him all about the app and my plans, and Aaron just sits and listens, and even though we are both tipsy as hell, I know that Aaron hears every word.
“So, you see, this app is basically designed for the upper class who can swipe right to have partners accompany them to their luxurious events. It is not an escort service. I will not be supplying girls or boys for money. It is not about that. They will pay for the privilege to connect with peers. The high-end version of a dating app for the high and mighty.”
Aaron’s grin is encouraging. As are his words. “I don’t see why that should not work. Sounds like you’ve got everything down to a T. It sounds like the sort of app that will make waves.”
When he downs his glass and the bartender moves our way, he waves him away and turns to look me in the eye. “Don’t sleep on it, Mitch. I, however, need to sleep before I fall on my face at the office tomorrow. We are not seventeen anymore,” he says, attempting a frown.
I grin back at him and bring my glass to my lips, almost choking on the strong liquid when soft hands move over my back. What the fuck? A soft feminine scent wafts into my nose as soft hair tickles the skin of my nape.
“Hello, handsome,” a throaty voice says.
I angle my neck to the side and take in the alluring image of the brunette draped over my back. So, my blurry eyes were not deceiving me. She really is beautiful. Soft pliant breasts are pressed against my back and even softer lips graze the skin of my ear.
“I've been waiting,” she says.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. Now that you’re here, how can I help you?” I say nonchalantly.
Brunette grins. “You're the envy of half the patrons in the room. Why don't we make them even more green?”
My gaze sweeps the room, and sure enough, several eyes are on us. There are a couple of them who glare hard at me while the others are openly envious.
“So, what's it gonna be?” she says in a sultry tone, leaning forward a little more so that soft chocolate brown eyes dip into mine.
Letting a side grin show, I know I could have her in my bed moaning my name by the end of the night. And if I was looking for a challenge, I would try to include the two blonde bombshells she came in with. But tonight, she is out of luck. And so are her friends who are openly staring. Jealous. Eager.Sorry, ladies.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’m having a conversation with my friend here, and as entertaining as this interruption is, I’ll have to pass,” I say.
The brunette brings her face even closer to mine until our lips nearly touch. As I gaze at her plump lips, I can feel all eyes riveted on us, and I can tell she loves it. When she seductively angles her head to steal a kiss, I realize she's putting on a show for the patrons. She loves the attention she has garnered and seems almost to be getting off of it, which is the only reason I need to tilt my head to the side, avoiding her kiss at the last minute.
“Not tonight.” But to not totally disappoint her, I drag her hand out to scribble out my number. “Now, leave us. We’re in the middle of something,” I add, slapping her playfully in the ass to send her on her way.
“I’ll call you,” she singsongs as she strolls away.
“Damn!” Aaron says.
“Yes, damn,” I repeat with a low chuckle while watching the brunette move towards the exit.I guess she had her moment here and it’s time to try her luck somewhere else.
“How were you able to even talk? She looked like she had stepped out of my sex dreams,” Aaron says, his words slurring.
I chuckle and get off the stool, gesturing at my friend to follow. The brunette's presence had pretty much sobered me up. Thankfully, Aaron follows me without stumbling or tittering. However, as we move through the sea of dancing bodies, a petite woman drags Aaron against herself and begins to dance.