Despite him seeing me like this, I feel good knowing he’s going to help me. The energy he has screams caregiver. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to help me by climbing in the shower too. I think he’d be that dedicated.
“I’m coming too,” Monty says, his voice startling me from the pleasant thoughts of Skye taking care of me.
The long-haired man gripping my hand merely nods at Monty. He’s taller than him, and not nearly as muscular. Skye is lean where Monty is bulkier. Even so, they seem to complement one another.
Looking at them side by side, I find myself questioning all my emotions. This reminds me of when I’m at the eye doctor andthey ask which looks better. I never know the right answer. Is it the man who gets my motor running but seems disgusted by me? Or is it the man who is fascinated now, but might change his mind when he finds out my secret too?
Holding Skye’s hand, I let him lead us down the hall. He doesn’t seem fazed by Monty wanting to tag along with us. Neither does anyone else.
Could it be because they don’t want to draw more attention my way? It’s bad enough I caused a ruckus and broke some dishware.
“Oh no!” I shout as I think about the server. “Was the other person hurt? I didn’t pay attention.”
Before I can spin around to check, Monty’s hands raise to stop me. He specifically avoids touching me, which I appreciate, as he answers, “They were fine. You took on most of the liquid. They jumped back to avoid getting hurt.”
Oh.
“That’s good then. Glad they were fine.”
“And now we’re going to get you taken care of. Right, Mr. Can’t Introduce Himself?”
Monty’s gaze whips to Skye. His cheeks glow with a slight pink color as he takes in a deep breath.
“My name is Monty. I was about to introduce myself when things went south. You are?”
“Skye Gellar. See how I used a first and last name. Good manners and all,” he teases before pointing to a door. “A little further down the way and we’re here.”
The music from the party is faint this far away, creating an isolated environment for us. It’s a fantasy come to life. Two hot men giving me all their attention.
Did I actually pass out after the collision? This has to be a dream. No way does this happen to me.
Skye opens a door to our left, leading us into a room that looks almost as extravagant as the space we just left. If this isn’t actually my imagination, then the Bellports have more money than should be humanly possible.
Is that real gold on the mirrors? Holy smokes. This place is fancy.
“Danny, go to the bathroom and wait for me to come help with the shower. They aren’t the easiest to operate. Monty, I want you to look through the closet for anything you think might fit our boy.”
The way he says “our boy” has a shiver coursing through me. Oh yeah, this is definitely not reality. I’m going to soak it up though. I have a feeling I’m going to wake up to my boring life eventually.
Monty nods and stalks off to the open door. I wait another second to make sure Skye looks back at me.
When he does, I wink at him playfully and say,“Yes, Daddy,”before twirling away to get changed.
CHAPTER 9
MONTY
Inearly smack into the wall when I hear Danny say the word"Daddy."It's completely unlike him to be so bold. At least not the version of him I’ve met before tonight.
I wonder if maybe that collision with the waiter really scrambled him up. Or maybe he's confused too, and he doesn't believe any of this is real.
Clearly I'm dreaming because it makes no sense that not only is Danny actually speaking to me and acknowledging my existence, but there's a fine as hell ginger man giving us both attention.
Skye Gellar, the man who insisted on giving me his full name, is very easy on the eyes. He makes me want things I don’t think I can have.
His arrogance is subtle, yet it packs a punch. Although arrogance isn’t the right word. All I know is that I can fully understand the way he’s acting.
Considering how many professional athletes I’m surrounded by, all of whom have egos the size of the stadiums we play in, I can spot his confidence a mile away.