Page 21 of Preyless
He scowled as he walked to the stairwell, tugging his guest along in tow. “Of course it is.”
As I watched him all but drag her along, I almost felt bad for the poor girl. Especially since their window faced the parking lot rather than the beach.
Collateral damage, unfortunately.
I could only hope that he at least lasted in bed.
Doubtful.
I shrugged as I returned my gaze to the computer, resetting the search and availability setting, then turning behind me to keep note on the recently updated third-shift checklist—trying to keep my mind busy as much as I possibly could.
It didn’t do much, though.
Unsurprising, given that tonight was technicallythenight.
Either my walking fantasy was going to come to life…or I was planning to leave Preyless—leave the kink scene entirely—and continue going to proper therapy. Granted, there was nothing wrong with my therapist, and I’d be returning to hear more of his guidance even if everything went in the direction I wanted it to. I just…simply refused to try again with another man who could turn the tables on me, should it all fail. And with what I wanted? A failure and ghosting would have just been a sign from God.
It had been nearly two weeks of conversations with the men I had taken an extreme liking to on that dumb app ever since the morning I had gotten off to the thought of a proper hunted scene.
Two weeks of planning, but also two weeks of growing to trust and like them.
Romantic feelings were genuinely growing toward them.
They made me smile, blush, and swoon more than I ever had in my entire life—let alone more than I ever had throughout my entire marriage.
Not to mention…the orgasms that raked through my body at their words and promises—threatening or sensual—had me wholly addicted.
Porn already didn’t compare. Frankly, it was terrifying, considering I didn’t know their names or what their voices sounded like. And yet, I was still craving more.
My phone sat heavy in my back pocket as I wondered about either of the men—if I should text them to confirm or if I should throw my phone into the goddamn ocean; if they actually like-liked me, like they said they did, or if they were just placating me until they found someone better for their needs.
Just like that, my thoughts began to spiral. Again.
Though, as the sound of a man clearing his throat softly filled the air—signaling the need for my attention—I turned around and blinked in shock, and all thoughts flew directly out of my skull.
He was an unbelievably attractive man. Who I hadn’t even known was there. Who probably had been watching me twiddle my fingers and buzz anxiously for who knows how long. And who quite literally towered over me in a black hoodie and shorts…even with the desk in between us.
Just great.
I wanted to face-palm. “H-hello!” I stuttered out. “I’m so sorry. My head is everywhere tonight. What can I do for you?”
He smirked down at me as he handed me his keycard. “It’s no problem. I have a cardholder on my phone, and like a dumbass, I slid this in it with the mixture of all the RFID tags in my wallet. I think it’s demagnetized now. We can’t get in our room.”
“Oh! That’s no problem. What’s your name? I can look you up and repair the data.”
“Aiden West. It could also be under my boyfriend’s name. Casey Bennett.”
I nodded as I typed their names into the system. Thankfully, the first man’s name popped right up, and I looked through their information to find their assigned room right as the man spoke again. “How’s your night going so far?”
I smiled up at him. “Not many complaints, other than a lot of sand to clean up now. How about yourself?”
He looked down at the floor and grimaced. “I noticed. That sucks. Are you here alone? Is there anyone else that could help?”
I shook my head. “The owner is in the back tonight, but I’m sure I’ll be the one cleaning it up. It just comes with working on the beach. What can you do, ya know?”
“Well, if it was the guy who was rude to you earlier, then I like you even more for telling him the elevator was broken…when it’s not, considering I just used it.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “Have you been here for that long?”
