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At least Eton wasn’t likely to turn up at theLime Light two nights in a row once he’d seen where I worked, so Ididn’t need to worry about running into him when I made my stagedebut.

A few hours after I finished my shift, Ifinally left the club. There was no sign of him in the bar. He andhis friends were long gone, and a new bunch of folk sat at theirtable.

On my way home, sitting on the bus, a pingcoupled with a short burst of vibration from my bag alerted me to amessage. I read the text from Eton.

“Lunch tomorrow? I’m going to a charityfundraising lunch at an arts center. Would love it if you came, too.My brothers will be there.”

What the holy fuck?

I couldn’t decide whether it was strange oroutright rude to send a message like this only hours after seeing meat work, without acknowledging that he’d seen me at the Lime Light.I didn’t know how to respond, so I popped the phone back in my bagwhile considering my options.

I wanted to say yes to lunch, but should I alsoignore the elephant in the room? He didn’t mention the Lime Light,so should I not mention seeing him either?

How much more awkward would it have been ifhe’d turned up on a night when I was dancing? My body didn’t getthe same horrified reaction as my brain. All the images from myfantasies flooded my mind, with Eton being the central man in myaudience. I pulled at my collar for some cooling air as dampness andheat flooded my panties.

The thought of him made me so horny. It was asif he’d flicked a switch that had been turned off for too long. Iwanted him.

Lunch tomorrow?

Yes. Count me in for that, and a lot morebesides.

A charity lunch?

The guy was sex on legs. He did kind things forfluffy little animals and went to charity lunches. He was tooperfect.

And then it occurred to me — perhaps hedidn’t mention being in a strip club in the message because itembarrassed him being seen going to a strip club. He might not havewanted me to see him as a man instead of a saint. As someone whowasn’t perfect. If only he knew. I wasn’t perfect, so I damn suredidn’t expect him to be.

Didn’t he realize that was exactly how Iwanted him? Not perfect. Out of his mind with uncontrollable lust.

Anyway, if he was embarrassed, I assumed hedefinitely wouldn’t return and risk being seen there a second time.He wouldn’t turn up and see me at work for a second time. At least,that was what I assumed. I was so wrong.

CHAPTER EIGHT

ETON

After only spending a couple of hours with her,I couldn’t get Siena out of my mind. I’d had girlfriends in thepast, of course, but nothing serious, and no woman had ever made mefeel this way.

Distracted. That was how I felt. Distracted.Unable to concentrate on anything else without my thoughts returningto her. I longed to know her better and spend more time with her. Asense of urgency also made me uneasy.

We had just days in Arlington before we weresupposed to head home to New York, which translated into just daysfor Siena and me to get better acquainted. I didn’t want to leavehere with a question mark hanging over a future relationship.

My animal instincts had found my soulmate andpicked her out of the crowd. She had to commit. It sounded crazy fora twenty-something man to think that way, but it wasn’t strangebehavior in the animal kingdom. People were animals. I’d spent waytoo much time watching wildlife documentaries and studying animalbehavior with Harry.

I lay on my bed, waiting and hoping for a replyto my invitation to lunch.

I glanced at the bedroom door. Shut. And at myhand, the one holding my semi-erection through my shorts. Thinkingabout that woman did this to me. I’d been half hard since themoment I’d set eyes on her.

With my phone still in my left hand, for abrief moment, it occurred to me that I could browse some porn. Idismissed that idea the instant it occurred. It wasn’t what I wasin the mood for. I wanted Siena, and the second-best option would beusing my imagination.

My cock twitched under my palm as I stared atthe blank screen of my phone. I hoped she’d reply soon. I hopedshe’d call. I’d love to hear her voice. Soon we’d have miles ofdistance between us. I wondered if she’d like to use FaceTime fordirty phone calls. I stroked my cock through the fabric of my shortswith languid movements.

The buzz of the phone and Siena’s name on thescreen jolted me out of my fantasy world before I’d gone too far. Iread the text message.

Siena: “Lunch. I’d love it. What’s thecharity?”

Me: “I don’t know, TBH. Does it matter?”

Siena: “No, I guess it makes no difference.I’d meet you for lunch, even if there were no charity.”

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