Page 19 of A Different Kind of Hooker

I eyed the woman back. “What?”

“Well, there’s a difference between dating someone and seeing them,” she explained.

“And what is that difference?” I asked. “Because I thought they were the same thing.”

“Dating implies the freedom to date other people,” she said, scrambling my brain a bit. “Seeing someone implies monogamy.”

“I don’t think that’s a real thing, Eliza,” I told her. “I’ve never heard those distinctions.”

She shrugged again. “Well, that’s the difference.”

I stepped to her until her back was pressed up against one of the shelves with the towels on it. “Well, in that case, we’re seeing each other,” I clarified for her. “The fuck if I’m going to let you date other men.”

“So…that would make you my boyfriend if that’s the case,” she said, speaking to me as if I were slow in the head or something. “You do realize that, right?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “I’m very aware.” Sliding my right hand around the side of her neck, I added, “And that makesyoumy girlfriend.”

“Are you sure about this, Heron? I mean…full disclosure, I can be a lot sometimes.”

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck,” I informed her. “I want you badly enough that I will take you any way that I can get you; crazy or sane.”

“Heron?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you consider this our third date?”

“Yes, I do,” I answered honestly.

Eliza nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”

My thumb started running back and forth over her jaw. “What does it matter?”

“Well…because there’s a three-date rule,” she mumbled quietly.

My entire body stilled.

Sweet Baby Jesus, thank you.

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Eliza~

“Are you sure?” Heron asked after a few seconds. “You need to be sure, baby?”

The man was sweaty, dirty, and still in his uniform. Oh, yeah, I was more than sure. Maybe it was stupid to give in so easily just because he’d given me the answer that I’d wanted, but I didn’t care right now. Right now, I was letting Coops bad advice keep me from doing the sensible thing, like wait until we got to his place or mine to do this.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I answered, sounding a bit breathless.

His green eyes flared as he stared down at me. “You need to get fucked, Eliza?”

Unashamed, I answered, “More than you can possibly know.”

Heron’s eyes narrowed a bit. “If you think that I’m going to let you use me to get off, then you’re very mistaken, woman.” His dark voice sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re my girlfriend, and that’s the only way that I’m going to let you ride my dick, Eliza.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said, my hands reaching for his waist.

“Say it,” he ordered.

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