Page 25 of Unruly
“Usually, yes.”
“I didn’t take you for a cynic.”
“I’m not. I’m practical. Relationships are messy. Case in point.” He gestures to my front door. “I don’t have time for clingy exes looking for booty calls.”
Hearing that term come out of his mouth makes me cackle. A slight smile tugs at his lips.
“Fair enough. Don’t you need to…” I stop myself from continuing. It’s none of my business how Farnsworth gets himself off, though I have to admit, I’m more than a little curious.
“Need to what?” he prompts.
“None of my business.”
He studies my face for a moment. “You’re wondering what I do for companionship, yes?”
“Uh, well, don’t you have needs? Or do those go away too?”
“I’ve learned to keep them at bay.”
“That’s good. You don’t miss it?”
Farnsworth averts his eyes, gazing down at his hands. “I don’t let myself think about it. If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t bother me. Mind over matter.”
Licking my bottom lip, I imagine for a second what Farnsworth would look like in the heat of passion. What soundswould he make? What does his face do when he comes? What does he taste like?
“You can though, right?”
“Can what?” he asks.
“Uh, I guess what I’m asking is does your body work the same as a regular man’s?”
He nods subtly. “Yes.”
“Only asking because of the food thing.”
“Icaneat. I just don’t feel hungry or compelled to do it.”
“Got it.”
Farnsworth folds his hands in his lap. “Are you going to?”
“Going to what?”
“Have a booty call with your ex?”
“No. I gave that up years ago once I realized he was just using me. I thought maybe he missed me and felt bad for cheating on me, but no, he just liked my dick.” I scoff. “He came here asking for money. He spent so much time flaunting his rich boyfriends in my face after we broke up that it must be bad if he came to me for help.”
“Did you help him?”
“Can’t. Money is tight for me right now.”
“Oh, not anymore. You should check your account. I’m sure by now a healthy deposit has been made in order to fund your transition to Soul Chaser.”
“What?” I pull my phone from my back pocket and unlock the screen to open the bank app. After logging in, my jaw drops as I stare at the screen. I’m shook. “How…? Shit.”
“I don’t know how the calculation works,” Farnsworth says. “It’s all done in the finance department, but in my experience most Chasers end up independently wealthy after a few years.”
Still staring at my balance, I swallow past my dry throat. “This is my money?”
