Page 32 of The Rules of Dating a Younger Man

“Okay, well…” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Today was really fun.”

“I agree. Thank you for coming out here early, beautiful.”

I’d definitely be coming early tonight—I planned to take care of this fire between my legs as soon as possible, in fact.

A few minutes after I got to my room, my phone rang. Brayden. I picked up. “Miss me already?”

“I do. Despite running away from you just now, I wasn’t ready for the night to end.”

“Me neither,” I admitted.

“You know what else? I’m totally regretting not kissing you.”

Shutting my eyes, I smiled. “There might be other chances.”

“I hope so, Alex. I hope you don’t come to your senses once the wine wears off.” He chuckled. “Hey, did Ashlyn ever reply to the photo you sent her?”

“You know, I’ve been so distracted, I didn’t check. Hang on.” I clicked on the text icon.

Ashlyn: This is the best! Now, show me Prince Charming.

“She loved it, but she wanted a pic of Prince Charming.”

“Aw, man. I totally would’ve posed for her.” He sighed. “I’d come over there now for a quick pic, but you know, I’m in my boxer briefs.”

I sighed. “I think you should go say hello to Ashlyn personally next time you’re at Memorial.”

“That sounds like a plan. If I say I’m Prince Charming, she’ll know who I am.”

As Brayden and I continued chatting, I slipped off my shoes and slid the hotel room curtain to the side to see what kind of view I had. It faced another part of the hotel, another series of rooms. Then I noticed a man in a hotel room across the way, leaning against the window. He was wearing boxer briefs and looked like…an Adonis. He was also on the phone with me at the moment.

“Are your boxers black, by any chance?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Do you always stand in front of hotel room windows half-naked, putting on a show?”

His head whipped up, and he looked across the courtyard between us. I waved.

“Holy shit. You’ve been watching me all this time?”

“No. I only just opened the curtain and saw you.”

“What are the chances?”

“Nice abs, by the way.”

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this yet. Now my grand presentation is ruined.”

I cackled. “Sorry.”

“It’s only fair if I get a little show, too,” he said. “You know, I feel violated being the only one showing some skin.”

“Oh, poor baby. Seeing me half-naked would make you feel better, huh?”

“Yeah. I think that’s the only thing that will help.”

Feeling frisky, I pondered giving him the show he was angling for.

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