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“I told him my name because... well, I don’t fucking know why I did that. But whatever.” I sighed. “And don’t give him my number. Get his, then give it to me.”

He gave me a side-eye. “My rates for personal secretary are thirty per hour.”

I laughed. “Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes at this whole conversation. “What time are you leaving tonight?”

“Four.”

“Four? Early start, huh?”

He put his juice back in the fridge. “Yep.” Then he headed toward the bathroom. “Speaking of which, much douching to be done.”

I laughed as the bathroom door closed but sighed happily.

Dom was looking for me.

Hopefully it wasn’t for anything bad. I wouldn’t let myself believe that.

But it did give me an optimistic approach to work on Sunday. I wondered if he’d come looking for me again, wondered why he was looking for me.

With both Benji and Ky indisposed, I hung around Mr Stephanopoulos’s store, having a chat and a laugh with some of the guys we’d come to know. It was quiet, even for a Sunday. I’d given some guy a blow job—a typical construction worker toxic masco-jerk who clearly hated himself. But apart from that, it was slow.

Usually when it got darker, trade picked up, but it didn’t improve much tonight.

I was bored enough to shoot some texts back and forth with Benji, and I was glad when he seemed to be happier.

He still hadn’t made a move on Nolan yet, and I didn’t know whether to be surprised or disappointed. Or both.

There’d been no railing or dick sucking, but they’d had dinner together, like a married couple or some shit.

It felt good to joke with him though.

Then after the jokes were done, his text turned to work.

How’s business?

The usual. Ky’s busy with the two daddies

Good for him

That made me laugh.

“Something funny?”

Startled, I looked up, seeing a familiar face watching me, smiling.

Oh, holy shit.

Dom.

I blinked in surprise, unable to stop from smiling back at him.

Not breaking eye contact with him, I thumbed out a quick reply to Benj.

Gotta go. Duty calls

“Hello,” Dom tried again.

I pocketed my phone. “Hey. Nice surprise.”

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