Page 18 of Resist Me Not
“Thanks. He just wasn’t good for me.”
“I get it. Maybe no news is good news, but if I learn something, I’ll shoot you a text at least. Be well, man. Sorry again.”
“I’m sorry too,” I say as I hang up, staring dejectedly at my now very limp dick, but to be honest, what I’m really thinking is…
I’m not sorry at all.
“Except about the peepshow, Mr. Zappy. I am sorry about that,” I say and leave the stuffie turned away from me facing the door. He doesn’t need to see more of my bare ass when I move from the kitchen to the bathroom.
I need a shower. Not a cold one though. I’m thinking hot and another after dinner date with my right hand. Waiting three more dates is going to be tough.
Chapter seven
TREY
“Is something about me worth staring at, doctor?”
“Only always. I just didn’t think you could exist outside of a suit coat. You know, without imploding or bursting into flames.”
Oh, Walker is adorable. And feisty as ever. I like that. “True. Usually, my forearms are for behind closed doors only.”
He laughs. “Aren’t I lucky then?”
When I called to solidify our date, I suggested the park between Walker’s place and my hotel. It’s central to the city and a particularly popular spot with a pond, nature trails with enough trees to almost block the buildings, a playground on one end, a rose garden on the other, and an outdoor art park. Ihave ulterior motives for this location as well, which steers the direction I lead us, but I’ll get to that.
I am wearing a short-sleeved button-down tucked into my slacks, no other accessories, aside from my watch and messenger bag. It’s an especially warm day and I feel less of a need to conceal myself around Walker. He is in a T-shirt and jeans like on the day we met, and both are just the right amount of too tight on him to hug his physique. Clear entrapment, because the second we met up near the food trucks lining the park, I wanted to peel that shirt up his abs and lick the sweat from the grooves of his hips.
He is not making it easy to stick to my plan and promises.
“Summer casual is possible for me,” I say. “It’s too hot for a blazer. Besides, it is the weekend.”
“I didn’t think travel writers adhered to normal work weeks.”
“We don’t. But today is for pleasure more than business.”
Walker licks his lips while eyeing me again. At least I am making the wait difficult for him too. It will be so much sweeter when I finally give him what he wants. “No cool establishments to visit? Or just not until tonight?”
“If you feel like taking this walking date indoors for an early dinner, I have a few places of potential on my roster. Sorry again I can’t make it a Saturday evening date because of later obligations.”
“Just so long as those obligations aren’t a fourth date with someone else.”
Adorableandshrewd. “You don’t have to worry about that. When I am interested in someone, Walker, I am purely focused on them.”
“Hopeless romantic it is, huh?”
“I suppose I am.”
Romance I can handle. I even excel at it, at least enough to catch and keep someone’s interest in me for a time. Love,however, I am not sure I have ever known outside my devotion to my mother. But what is love really other than wanting to protect someone and be in their presence because their absence makes your life seem lesser?
I don’t need to kill again so soon after doing away with Curtis, but Walker has me so fixated, my base urges are somehow stronger when I’m around him. As if anyone unworthy of their partners and children should be put in the ground that much sooner to keep the world brighter for his sake.
He looks positively golden in the summer sun.
Pain explodes from my temple as a mis-aimed Frisbee collides with the side of my head.
“Oh shit!” Walker says, stifling a chuckle. “Are you okay?”
I rub my head where the Frisbee struck it and find the halted disc wobbling on the ground near my feet, bright orange with some sort of credit union logo on it. The force of that blow is definitely going to mean a headache later, but I’ll live. By the time I have finished retrieving it, the owner is already almost to me.
