Page 11 of Only for Tonight

“Dude, you went to a sex party, and now you’re freaking out?”

“This is different.” I pull off the fourth shirt I’ve tried on and dig through my closet for another. “This is a date.”

“So we’re okay with getting gangbanged by masked strangers but not a date?”

“Leland,” I groan, buttoning my shirt up. “It’s him. It was supposed to be one night. I never thought in a million fucking years I’d run into him.”

“Then why did you agree?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“Um, what?” Leland lays back on my bed and props his head in his hand.

“He just told me we were going on a date and to be ready at eight.”

“You could still message him and tell him you don’t want to.”

“I do want to, though.”

“You’re the most confusing person I’ve ever met. And wear the green shirt.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that four thousand shirts ago?” I strip off the shirt I just buttoned and put the green one back on. “Black or gray pants?”

“Because it’s so much fun watching you run around like a girl going on her first date and wear the gray pants.”

“I really don’t like you.”

“You love me. Your life would be boring without me.”

“Whatever,” I grumble, sliding my shoes on. Someone knocks at the door, and I almost jump out of my skin. “Jesus fuck.” Leland jumps off the bed and runs toward the door. “Leland! Don’t you open that fucking door!”

“Too late!”

Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m not ready for this. I already know he’s going to be too much for me, and he’s going to realize the fantasy of that night is all it was. A fantasy. I’ll never be able to live up to what he’s built up in his head about me. Sucking up the same courage I found that night to walk around that club naked, I walk toward the front door.

Toby is standing there dressed head to toe in black. Am I drooling? “Hi,” I say lamely.

“Hey, Baby.”

Leland’s eyes are flashing between us, and I kill him twenty times in my head when he slaps me on the back. “I’d tell you not to fuck on the first date, but you’ve already done that. Have fun!” He disappears down the hallway, his laughter following him.

“He seems fun.” Toby grabs my arm and pulls me against his chest. “You look gorgeous.”

“Oh, I, thank you. You look…well, delicious.”

Toby laughs and grabs my hand, leading me from my apartment. He pushes through the main door, walking to a motorcycle. I’ve never been on one in my life, and it looks fast. “Don’t be nervous. We aren’t going far.” I slide on the helmet he hands me, and he straps the buckle under my chin.

I almost melt into the street when he puts his on and swings his leg over the motorcycle. Toby puts my hand on his shoulder and tugs until I get on behind him. I’m not sure where to put my hands until he grabs them and jerks them around his waist. They tighten when he fires up the bike. “Hold on.” His voice filters through the helmet, and I shiver from head to toe.

“Okay.”

He pulls away from the curb, and the way the motorcycle is made, I’m practically glued to his back. Two minutes into the ride, he wraps his hand around mine on his stomach. I still can’t believe I’m with him and on the back of his motorcycle. I start relaxing the further we ride, and he squeezes my hands. “How are you doing back there, Baby?”

“This is actually kind of fun. Where are we going?”

“Inferno.”

“Your club? Won’t people ask questions?”

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