“You can’t possibly think that we’re going to fuck each other all week.”
“I can,” he said, kissing me again. “Because after you swallow my cum in this shower, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
TWELVE
Christina
The next time that I woke up, I was alone in the hotel room.
My body was sorer than it’d ever been in my life, and I could still feel a wanting ache between my thighs. My mind was racing in a thousand directions, but all roads led to the simple fact that I’d fucked Dane.
More than once. More than twice. More than—Okay, there was really no sense in counting at this point. He’d fucked me on every single surface in this hotel room, bringing me to an orgasm each and every time.
On the one hand, it was everything I’d wanted it to be when I thought he was Ryan. On the other, I was wondering where the hell we could possibly go from here. Amazing sex aside, there were convoluted and messy feelings that were compounding with my every thought. There was also a queasy feeling in my stomach and a voice in my head that was a little louder than all of the others.
This is never going to work out, Christina. Not only is he your dad’s best friend, but you’re way too young for him and just a temporary means of sex for him.
Rolling over in bed, I noticed that there was a plate of wrapped strawberries with bagels and a note.
Received an emergency call from my company this morning.
I’ll come back around four and pick you up.
–Dane
PS—Did I fuck you better than the scene in your book?
PSS—Your father is having a mixer tonight. Would you like to go?
I pretended like I didn’t see that last line and picked up my phone.
Text message from Daniella: Did you make it to Spokane okay? Was Mr. Words & Letters everything that you thought he would be?
Text message from Daniella: Was he hot? Did you fuck him? WHAT. IS. THE. TEA????
Text message from Daniella: Like WTF. Can you at least tell me SOMETHING about what’s going on? (I’m assuming you did sleep with him since you haven’t called and said he was hideous. Is that true?)
I nodded as if she could see me. I wanted to type the truth, but I knew that she would call and demand a full play by play, and I wasn’t ready to talk about this.
I stared at the screen and scrolled to Dane’s number, where it was currently listed as “Dane—Dad’s friend.”
My finger hovered over the call icon, but my dad’s name suddenly popped onto the screen. He was requesting a video call via Facetime.
I rushed over to my bag and pulled a shirt over my head before answering.
“Hey, Dad.” I forced a smile as he came into view.
“Hey there, Chrissie.” He smiled back. “Were you planning to let me know that you were in town, or were you going to come and leave without me knowing?”
Come and leave without you knowing… “I was planning to call you today, actually.”
“Well, great!” he said. “Look. Eliza’s family is in town and they’re hogging our new baby like he’s theirs since she’s been getting some weird, threatening messages on Facebook.”
“How are they hogging the baby from you if you’re the father?”
“That’s not the point.” He laughed, shrugging. “They’ll be gone in a few days. Anyway, now that I know my only daughter is in town, I want you to come to my mixer tonight. I’m celebrating another a company milestone.”
“Dad, come on.” I groaned. “I really hate your corporate parties.”
“I know.” He smiled. “That’s why I’m telling you to come, and not asking you to come.” He looked at his watch. “It’s a black-tie affair at my new estate home, and it starts at eight. Do you have a dress that you can wear, or do I need to have our butler pick one up for you?”
Since when do you have a butler?
“Hold on.” I walked over to my bag and rummaged through the clothes I’d thrown inside. “I have a black dress. No need to send your new hired help out for one.”
“Well, what about a ride? Dane mentioned that he could bring you over when I talked to him today. If you tell me which hotel you’re staying at, I can see if he’ll—
“I’ll get an Uber,” I said, cutting him off. “No need to ask Dane for anything. I’ll be there.”
“Perfect! One last thing,” he said. “You know, a year or so ago, when you were helping that kid with cyber-bullying and you found that all of the messages were coming from some random bot site?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “Why?”
“Well, I was hoping that I could send you some screenshots of the recent messages Eliza has received. I want you to let me know if you think this is the same thing. Whenever you get a chance, of course.”