Page 24 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“Jockey fan, actually,” she corrected, and my smile froze.

One of my sponsors was Jockey briefs, and one of my jobs for them was posing in their...apparel.

So she was a fan of my dick was what she was saying.

Perfect.

“Camden was in awe at the performances tonight, Madame. You must be so proud,” Geraldine prodded, her warm blue eyes gleaming with laughter.

“Is that so?” Madame simpered.

“Especially that last dance. The main performer was so talented. What was her name?” Geraldine pressed.

Fuck, I loved that old genius of a bird.

Like the woman I’d just talked to, Madame Leclerc’s lips pursed...and it felt like half my life had passed before she finally answered and gave me what I was looking for. “Anastasia Lennox is quite talented,” she said begrudgingly.

Anastasia Lennox.

The name carved itself into my veins.

A beautiful name for an exquisite creature.

Madame Leclerc said something else, but there was a ringing sound in my ears, and my blood seemed to be bubbling.

“Camden...” Geraldine’s voice cut through whatever madness I was experiencing, and I blinked at her, noticing that she was laughing at me and that Madame Stick-Up-Her-Ass was nowhere to be found. “I’m ready to go home. You can start your search for your girl in the morning when you don’t look like a lunatic.”

I opened my mouth to tell her I would have to call her a cab because there was no way I could leave until I found out more about Anastasia...but she whacked me with her cane before I could get a word out.

“Ouch,” I griped for half a second before I found myself following her out to the parking lot where I did indeed help her into my truck.

Geraldine fell asleep five minutes into the drive, and I was tempted to turn around and sneak back inside while she was sleeping. Every time I got to an intersection where I could do a u-turn, she would stir, though.

This happened so many times, I was pretty sure she was fucking with me.

Such a Geraldine thing to do.

We pulled into the underground parking lot, and her eyes popped open the second I turned off the truck, scaring me half to death when she lurched out of her seat, muttering something about needing to take out her teeth.

With the threat of seeing that sight again, I hopped out of the truck and jogged over to the other side to let her out.

“Such a nice boy,” she crooned, patting my arm muscle like she liked to do as we got into the elevator and began our ascent to the top floor. “Thanks for the date.”

I smiled, trying not to look too anxious about how slow the elevator was going, or how long it took to get her to her front door.

“I’ll see you later,” I told her, desperate to get back even though I was sure the event was over. I turned to leave and all of a sudden she was yanking me down by the collar of my dress shirt like she was She-Ra.

Geraldine was a little terrifying.

“Once you find that spark with someone, you do everything to keep it. Ya got me?” she asked fiercely, peering into my eyes and giving me a little shake.

I smirked, because this was one thing I didn’t need any encouragement for.

“I got you, Mimi,” I told her, giving her a kiss on her wrinkly cheek and heading to the elevators to get back to my truck.

Driving like a bat out of hell, I quickly arrived at the performance hall only to see that it was closed down for the night.

Tension buzzing along my skin, I sat in the parking lot, content for the moment just to be near where she had been.

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