Page 841 of One More Kiss

“That guy of yours. Your sugar papa.”

“He’s not my guy, and he’s not my sugar papa.”

“Semantics.” Calder waves his other hand dismissively. “Anyway, he’s a Formula One racing driver and a winner of the World Driver’s Championship. He holds seven World Championship titles, and his tally is one hundred and six race victories. He’s a god, a legend in the racing circuit.” Calder turns toward me slowly, eyes large and jaw slack. “Do you know what this means?”

“What?”

“If you rumble with him, he’ll make you purr and rev your engine like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You’ve hit a jackpot!”

“I have?”

He nods emphatically, his eyes twinkling. “Dude, you will have an exceptional time tonight.”

“Yes, I will.” I give him a lazy smile, feeling nothing, yet everything. “With my 10mm gay wolf.”

“Are you okay, Oak?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m happy.” I’m soaring.

“Oh, dear. We need to fill your system with water.” He looks around frantically, searching. He calls someone and asks them for a bottle of water.

A moment later, Calder shoves a water bottle in front of me. “Drink this. The whole thing.”

The sight of the bottle makes me realize I’m very thirsty. I gulp down the entire contents.

“Here…” He shoves another bottle. “…have another one. Get the alcohol out of your system.”

What does he mean?

I’m not drunk. Buzzed? Yes, but not drunk. And I’ll want to use the restroom.

“Drink, dude.”

“But then I’ll want to pee.”

“Then we’ll go to the restroom.”

“Okay.” I take the bottle and drink it.

“Let’s go. You should use the restroom now before meeting him.” Calder drags me, pulling my hand roughly.

And how fortunate are we that we have to walk past my 10mm silver fox to reach the restroom? Very. Not.

“Hi, 10mm silver fox.” I wave to him, smiling big. “We’ll be back.”

“Shut up, you. Let’s go.”

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