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He’s the man of my dreams.

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HARVEY

Making Hailey come has done nothing to quench my thirst for her. All it’s done is make my need for her fucking insatiable.My mouth is watering for a taste, my cock so hard I’m shocked the zipper on my pants hasn’t broken under the strain, and every cell in my body is screaming MINE.

I need more of this girl. I need all of her. This is more than just mutual attraction. This is something cellular, something fucking cosmic. I never believed in that shit until now because there’s no other way to explain this.

I kiss her as she comes down from her high, savoring the way she sighs happily against my lips. I can’t wait to find out if she tastes just as sweet everywhere else.

The sudden, loud blaring of a ringtone jolts us apart, ripping the moment to shreds. I set Hailey down, her legs a little wobbly as she curses and scrambles to find her phone, apologizing to me as she searches.

“For fuck’s sake,” she mutters as she finds her device and sees who’s calling, rolling her eyes before she answers. “Hello?”

Her whole demeanor changes as she answers the call, the carefree, bubbly girl shutting down a little. I can practically see the annoyance coming off her as she listens to whoever’s on the other end of the line.

Curious and admittedly wanting to flatten whoever has her feeling like this, I edge closer to listen in.

“Calm down, Lucas,” Hailey sighs, walking into her living room and leaning against her sofa. I follow, leaning against the doorway. “No, I didn’t read your messages. I was busy. In fact, I’m still busy. Yes, I’ll answer the emails today, I promise. Stop acting like it’s already midnight, for goodness sake.”

I can hear Hailey’s side of the conversation loud and clear, but I can’t make out whatever the other person—Lucas—is saying without getting closer. Given what she’s saying and her reactions, I’m sure he’s being anything but nice to her, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to punch him. I edge towards her, too caught up worrying about her to notice the little side table in my way until it’s too late. I bump into the table, clattering the trinkets and lamp on top of it and bruising my thigh in the process.

“Ah, fuck,” I curse, hopping on one leg for a second as the pain shoots through me. Hailey looks over at me with concern, and I realize just how loud I was. “Sorry, baby.”

On the bright side, I’m now close enough to hear the rant of the man on the other side of the line as he hears my apology, too.

“Who was that?” Lucas asks, disdain in his voice. He sounds angry. “Why do you have a man over, Hailey? What the hell?”

Hailey rolls her eyes, her shoulders dropping with a long-suffering sigh. “It’s none of your business, Lucas,” she snaps, fire behind every word, and then hangs up, tossing her phone onto the sofa angrily. She turns to me, wincing a little. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the moment or for you to overhear that mess.”

I shake my head, refusing her apology. She’s clearly stressed now, whoever this Lucas man is ruining the happy, satiated girl she was just minutes before. Fucker.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” I say. “You did nothing wrong. Whoever that Lucas is, on the other hand…” I trail off, shaking my head and trying to shrug off my anger on her behalf. “Are you okay? That’s all that matters.”

Hailey deflates, running her hand through her hair and sighing deeply. I close the gap between us, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. It feels so natural to comfort her like this, as though I’ve known her for years rather than hours.

“I’m all right,” she murmurs against my chest, melting against me. I never want to let her go.

“Who’s Lucas, and why was he so damn angry?” I ask, unable to help but be nosy.

Hailey huffs a humorless laugh as I let her go, and she flops onto her sofa, curling her feet up underneath her. “It’s nothing like you’re probably imagining, I swear,” she says, smiling up at me. “He’s not my ex or anything like that. Lucas is my manager. It’s strictly professional, or at least, it should be, but he’s clearly lost his mind today.”

“Ah,” I hum, nodding. “Yeah, clearly, professionalism isn’t on his mind today. Then again, I can hardly be the best judge of that.”

Hailey laughs, her face going pink and a spark coming back into her green eyes. “Well, I can complain about his lack of professionalism, but I’m certainly not mad about yours,” she teases, making me laugh too.

“You gonna leave me a five-star review?” I ask, smirking at her. She leans forward, playfully kicking my shin with her socked feet, her blush deepening.

“I don’t know about that.” She pretends to muse. “I might need to collect some more data before I can make a decision on what rating you deserve.”

“Oh, really?” I ask, leaning down and bracing my hands on the back of the sofa, trapping her in. I savor the way her breath hitches when I get this close, watching the way her pulse flutters in her throat. I steal a quick kiss before backing up, turning serious. “I want you to know that I want more than just something physical, Hailey,” I tell her. “I want more than just one day or night.”

Hailey’s lips form a perfectoas she considers my words. “I would like that, too,” she agrees, tucking her hair behind her ears and fiddling with the blonde strands nervously. It’s cute as hell.

“Can I take you out tomorrow? On a proper date, like you deserve,” I ask, trying to play it cool but internally desperate for her to say yes. I’m addicted to this girl, and I need to see her again as soon as possible. I know I can’t hang around here all day. I have another client to go to, scheduled for after the one that canceled and gave me the chance to come back to Hailey, and she clearly has a lot of work to get done, too, if the emails Lucas was mad about are anything to go off of. But I can’t leave without knowing for sure that I’ll see her again soon.

“Yes,” Hailey says, the flush on her face making me want to get her all flustered all over again. I manage to find some self-control, though, reassuring myself that there’ll be plenty of time for that soon. “Just make sure to text me where we’re going so I can make sure I’m dressed right.”

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