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“What do you like to do?” He grinned. “Other than rock a man’s world in the bedroom, I mean.”

She smiled. “Pretty much anything that gets me out of the apartment. I’m not picky.”

“Hmmm. We should do something fun. Would you care to accompany me to… mini-golf?”

“Hmmmm,” Chastity hummed, thinking about it. “You should know now that I am competitive.”

“Good. Getting to watch you get all flustered as a bunch of rando kids cheer me on for beating you? Sounds like a fun way to spend an afternoon.”

“You have a lot of confidence for a man who is about to get his ass kicked at putt-putt.”

“Trust me, I’m aware you’re probably going to be good. You’ve already proven you’ve got incredible ball-handling skills.”

That made her laugh loudly, the sound of which warmed Barrett’s heart.

He opened the driver’s door of the Jeep and put a foot on the mat. “Check your work schedule and just text me what day is good for….ohhhhhh, you can’t. Can you?” He forced his face into a smug frown.

She held her hand out. “Fine! Give me the damn phone.”

“Yessssss.” Barrett handed his phone to her, and she turned and whirled her arm, pretending she was going to chuck it into the nearby bushes. His stomach flipped at the sight of it.

“I’m kidding.” She giggled, swiped the screen, and changed the fake number to her real one in his contacts list before handing it back.

He shook it at her. “Now, young lady, don’t be sending me any photos of those piercings. That would be just…awful,” he joked. “No pictures of the rest of you either, you hear me? No shower pics… nothing in lingerie. That would be… you know… a realtravesty.”

“A travesty. Of course. So crotch shots are out, too, then, I suppose.”

He looked away, pounded a fist on the roof of the Jeep, and then looked back at her.

“You are something special,” he finally said with a smile so bright and charming that Chastity wanted to swoon.

“Now buzz off before my landlord sees I’m attracting all of Jackson’s riff-raff to her property,” she said, turning around and wrapping her shoulders in the red cape in such a way that it flashed a few inches of the bottom of her bare ass to him.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he settled in the SUV. “Girl’s gonna be the death of me.”

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Barrett looked out ofthe panoramic window at the behemoth Grand Tetons surrounding Jackson Lake. It wasn’t often he’d gotten this far north, but every time he did, the view astounded him. Every time he laid eyes on the snowy peaks and lush meadows around the body of water, it felt like the first time.

Jackson Hole was stunning, he had to admit. He imagined other cities would have their appeal, too. He’d grown eager to venture elsewhere, always imagining extended trips to rainy London and the sweltering Florida Keys. Hell, evenNebraskawould be a change of scenery.

Growing up in Jackson Hole, he watched the small picturesque town grow with him. But lately, it felt…toosmall. The surrounding mountains used to feel like a protective shield against the outside world, but now it felt more like a container.The same faces passed by him at the grocery store, at church service, at the honky tonk, at the gym.

He felt suffocated. Like he was in the filmGroundhog’s Day, forced to relive the same day with the same people over and over again.

Barrett stared through fake wire-rimmed glasses as prismatic lights from the front door’s slotted windows dappled the dusty entryway in front of him. He wore a white long-sleeve shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Tight, pressed slacks clung to the curves of his ass.

TheUnscrupulous Professorcostume wasn’t the most comfortable thing to clean in and probably provided the most skin coverage of all of the costumes, but for the last two hours, this particular client, Mrs. Walton, looked like she was about to have a hands-free orgasm just watchingProfessor Andersonwipe her fixtures down.

After the sconce in front of him was sparkling, he turned to her. “Was that the last one?”

“It was,” she said firmly. “I still have you for another hour, though.” Her sultry tone was about as subtle as a sledgehammer. “How about you teach me a littlelesson, say, in the bedroom, Professor?”

He laughed nervously, unsure what to say. Had he not been on thin ice with Will and Ava or enamored by his rainbow-haired Aphrodite, old Barrett would have had his clothes off by now, smacking this woman’s ass implants and making her deep-throat his dick as penance for makingThe Professorstay late to supervise her detention.

New Barrett wanted to keep his job, one that was already paying almost triple what he’d been paid to haul furniture around northern Wyoming when you factored in tips.

New Barrett wanted to act out this particular fantasy with Chastity instead. He could imagine her in a tiny, pleated skirtthat covered almost nothing. Cotton panties. Pierced nipples trying to rip through the thin fabric of her tight white uniform top. Rainbow pigtails perfectly angled for makeshift handlebars. Cheap red sucker rolling against her tongue…

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