Page 13 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
“Yes?” I call out.
“Can we talk?” Delphine’s muffled voice travels through the door.
Now isn’t a great time for a conversation, nor do I feel like dealing with Delphine’s dislike toward me. But there’s nothing defensive in her tone. In fact, the complete opposite. She sounds… defeated.
I hop off the bed and open the door, finding Delphine with a white bedsheet wrapped around her body. “Interesting attire.”
She wraps the sheet tighter around herself and shrugs. “I told you, I don’t have any clothes. I lost them in the… flood.” Her voice is quiet. Her eyes drop to the ground like she’s embarrassed.
“Wait here.”
“Where are you going?”
I disappear into my walk-in closet, returning with a clean black t-shirt. “Wear this.”
She pulls the shirt over her head. The bedsheet falls to the ground, and before the shirt is fully covering Delphine’s body, I get a glimpse of her panties and their pink font that saysLick my pussy. Above the words are two cat ears and a set of whiskers.
I wouldloveto tease her about these panties right now, but it doesn’t seem appropriate.
“Thanks for the shirt,” she says.
With her petite frame, my shirt is oversized on her. I won’t lie, seeing Delphine wear my clothes is not the worst sight I’ve ever seen. I’ll even go as far as saying she looks cute in my baggy shirt.
“So, you wanted to talk,” I prompt.
“Yeah. I know I was a little intense when I stepped through the front door. I’m just really stressed.” Delphine scrunches her hands through her hair. She’s trying to stay strong, but there’s no hiding how glassy her eyes are. “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I’ve got no place to live. All my belongings are gone. I don’t have insurance. I’ve got no job. My only option is to start escorting more men. Tom Sanders just sent me a message, asking if I’m available for hire next weekend. I guess I’ll say yes even though I hate the guy—”
“Delphine—”
“But all of this is beside the point. I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here tonight.” She turns and walks away from my bedroom.
I watch her walk farther away, not sure what I’m meant to say. She’s in a bad position, that’s for sure. And she’s turned to me for help.Me, of all people, when she clearly doesn’t like me. That can’t be good. Does she not have anyone else? Regardless, I have a girl close to tears in my home. I can’t just return to my bedroom and move on with my night.
“Delphine.” I follow after her, having no clue what I can possibly say to improve her situation.
She glances back at me and a stray tear falls down her cheek. “Seriously, Daxton. Thank you and let’s leave it at this. Good night.” Delphine enters her bedroom and closes the door. I hear the lock click and the light goes out beneath her door.
I contemplate whether to push this situation, but respecting Delphine’s privacy is probably for the best right now. We’ll talk in the morning. Daylight always provides a new perspective on things. Hopefully she’ll be feeling more at ease by then.
I return to my bed and check the Secret Santa app, finding no reply from Jordan.
STEEL WEST
Where did you go?
JORDAN HART
Sorry. I’m just overwhelmed by the fire. I’ve been thinking about what you said, about us meeting while you’re in New York, and I can’t. Not this time, at least.
It’s okay. I’ll wait till you’re ready. I’ll wait for as long as it takes.
ChapterSix
Jordan
Waking up in silk sheets and on a cloud-like mattress should have me in a good mood. A breathtaking view of the city lies right beyond the window of this guest bedroom. But reality kicks in and I remember I lost everything in the fire and have no home to return to.
I roll over in bed and unlock my phone, finding a text from my mother.
