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.Red flags went up all over and were squashed by my cock and balls.“Okay,” I said, a bit grudgingly.Kent seemed shocked but composed himself quickly.I had to give him credit for that.I’d barely seen it in his eyes.This man was used to getting whatever he wanted, when he wanted it.Well, I wasn’t going to spread my legs that easily.At least I didn’t want to.My dick laughed at me.“So, sevenish? Should I pick you up?” Kent asked.I thought about that.I loved my apartment, but I had a feeling Kent lived in a much nicer neighborhood.For once I missed my old life.“I can meet you wherever you want?”Kent shook his head slowly.“What do you want to do?”I rubbed my hands together as the devil on my shoulder reared his ugly head.It was December in New York and I had a feeling Kent Samson had never been out anywhere that didn’t have champagne and caviar.Time to see if Kent meant business or was just fucking about.“Ice skating,” I said with a smile.“Ice skating?”“Yep.”“Okayyy,” Kent drawled.Did I detect a hint of country in that ‘okay’? I’d been in New York and around the tourists long enough to know a Kentucky drawl from an Alabama one… and Kent Samson sounded like Alabama.He seemed to notice his mistake and coughed lightly into his hand.“So, the Center, seven,” he affirmed.“You really want to do this, huh? What, did you lose some bet?” Kent stiffened at those words and looked uncomfortable.I narrowed my eyes at him again.“Hell no, I don’t lose at anything,” Kent snorted.“I look forward to tonight, Terry.”“Uh huh.Me, too.”I watched him cross the street and merge with the thousand other New Yorkers walking back to work.My day went by fast after that.I dropped off the rest of the packages and got back to the office by four.I signed out before Spencer could ask me any questions.I knew what he’d say if I told him Kent Samson had asked me out, because it was the same thing I was thinking.Why me?~KENT~Ice skating? How the hell would I pull that one off? I didn’t even know how to roller skate.Blaine was otherwise engaged when I got back, so I didn’t have to deal with him.Which was good.I had spent all morning trying to figure out how I was going to accidentally bump into Terry and then I accidentally actually did.What were the odds we’d both be out for a Gray’s hotdog at the same time? And ate the same one? I sat back at my desk and closed my eyes, thinking about the run-in.Terry had been wearing a blue shirt and low rise jeans with the same jacket from the day before.For some reason, flannel gave me a hard-on.God knows why, maybe it reminded me of lumberjacks? (Did I secretly lust after lumberjacks?) Porsche had looked at me like I was crazy when I gave her flannel pajamas once.I snickered.Terry’s blue eyes had looked at me in a way that made my hands sweat.This was new to me.Even when I had kissed Blaine I hadn’t felt anything, but just looking at Terry made me…I don’t know? Off balance? His lips looked soft and inviting.I moaned and rubbed my face with my palms.How the hell was I going to get through tonight? I’m good at just about everything—tennis, squash, football, soccer… but ice skating? I never learned.I grew up in the South where the grass is green in December and the whole damn state shuts down if a light dusting of snow hits, which rarely happens.Obviously Terry knew how to ice skate.Maybe I had time for a quick lesson?My phone beeped, alerting me to a visitor.I hit the speaker button and leaned forward in my chair.“Yes?”“Porsche Montclair is here to see you,” Anna practically sang cheerfully.Oh, shit.“Send her in.”I steeled myself for the conversation I didn’t want to have.Porsche sashayed into my office, mink coat draped just so, and the smell of ‘Unforgiven’ in the air.Her tits were straining the blouse she wore and I licked my lips thinking about having them in my mouth.Focus, Kent.“You didn’t call me last night,” she pouted.“Oh, baby,” I cringed using the word.“I was so tired.”Porsche sat down in the chair in front of my desk and spread her legs for a brief second and I tried to hide my surprise.Her black pubes flashed me before she crossed her legs; I looked at her blonde hair and tried to keep the smile off my face.No wonder she always wanted to have sex with the lights off.“Well, can we go out tonight? I’m bored,” Porsche whined.“Well, you see… I can’t.I kind of have a date tonight.” Porsche’s eyes almost shot out of her head.I decided to keep talking before her nails-on-a-chalkboard voice sliced my brain in half.“It’s been fun, sweetie, but you know how I am.I’m not the marrying type and I don’t do girlfriends.We talked about this, remember?” As I spoke, I sent a text to Anna that simply said ‘911.’“But, I’m Porsche Montclair!”She knew her name? Wow, I wondered if she knew how to spell it, too?“Yes, you are.Which means you could have any man you want [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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