Page 32 of The Dance
“Then your place?” I suggested. We’d have more privacy at his place.
“I’m already heading there.”
* * *
My eyes flutteredopen as light filtered in from the mini blinds. I didn’t remember going home, but Blake had fucked me into oblivion, and he must have passed out afterward because as I rolled over, I hit a solid body. Looking around, I realized I wasn’t in my bed.
“Shit!” I jumped out of bed, looking around for my clothes.
Blake stirred, and our gazes met before his widened as realization hit. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah,” I replied, stepping into my thong that I found on the floor. Spending the night together was in our unspoken rules, and I didn’t want to upset him. I didn’t want him to think I fell asleep on purpose and wanted more with him because we’d had a fun night.
I searched for my phone, unsure of the time. “I should go.”
“How did we fall asleep?” he questioned, getting out of bed.
“I don’t know,” I stated as I found my phone on the floor and noted it was just after ten. It wasn’t late, but I needed to shower and get stuff ready for class on Monday before I had to leave for my date.
“Raincheck on setting up my sugar momma thing, then?” Blake followed me to the living room, where I found my clutch and dress.
“Oh, right.” I slipped my dress on. “Zip me up?”
Blake walked over to me, and I realized he’d put on boxers while I was trying to locate my belongings. He zipped the back of my dress. “Want me to drive you home?”
“That’s okay.” I unlocked my phone. “I’ll just get a rideshare.”
“Are you sure?” He wasn’t acting weird or rushing me to leave, which was strange given our last encounters with me bolting right after sex. I thought for sure he would throw my clothes at me, but instead, he was helping me get dressed and offering to give me a ride home.
“Unless you want to make me breakfast,” I deadpanned as I turned around. His eyes widened, and I laughed. “Kidding. I know how things are between us. You don’t need to drive me home.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “That’s why we work.”
“I know. I had fun last night, even if we hightailed it out of the country club.”
“Me too.” He walked to the door to open it for me. “So, I’ll see you in a few months, then?”
I grinned. “Yeah, or if you really want my help to set up an account on Sweethearts, text me.”
“Do I need your help?” he asked.
I slid on my silver heels. “No, but don’t use your actual name or any pictures that have been posted on the internet already.”
He blinked. “Why?”
“There are scammers out there. You don’t want anyone to reverse image search your photo and find your actual identity.”
“Your daddies don’t know your name?”
“Not until I meet them in person, and even then, I sometimes wait until date two.”
“What name do you use?”
I smirked before responding, “Tootsie.”
Blake’s mouth hung open. “Really?”
I lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t know what to put.”
