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“Don’t be sorry. It’s a boring job, and it’s even more boring talking about it.” He looked around at the tents. “I need a drink.”
“Cider!”
“Now you’re talking,” he said with a grin. “Hard cider?”
She peered around the booths. Tables were set up with baked goods and homemade house goods, but she remembered from last year there was a beer tent. “They have that somewhere around here. I like hot cider though.”
He gestured away from the donut booth. “Let’s go find some, then.”
His genuine smile, easy demeanor but hint of dominance made Ambrose the most likely match so far. Ba
The thought sent a reminder, and she swung around, feeling bad Ba
“Uh.” He ran his hand through his hair, then shook his head. “Nah. I’m going to go look around for the fresh ravioli Meadow likes. I’ll catch up with you later.”
He was probably just giving them space to be polite, which made her sorry she’d pushed him to come. She didn’t mean to make him feel like the third wheel. Honestly, she’d thought Ambrose would bore her and she’d mostly hang out with Ba
She studied Ba
Maybe he wasn’t okay, but neither was she. This was his idea, so fuck him if he was upset about it.
Kate nodded and walked off with Ambrose, determined to have a good time and secretly hoping Ba
He didn’t.
They spent the morning sampling the food the fair had to offer. She was surprised at just how much fun she was having with Ambrose. He was easy to be with, easy to like. If not for his size, she wouldn’t sense the same amount of danger there was with Ba
Maybe this was what was supposed to happen all along. Ambrose seemed like a better match.
In the back of her mind, though, Ba
Ambrose was his best friend. If they clicked, he’d be happy for them.
Right?
***
She’d gone to the fair hungry and left so stuffed she was sure she wouldn’t eat for a week. Apple pie, fried dough, fresh ca
The stop-and-go traffic through town gave her time to assess the day.
The man could eat! Which made her not as shy about trying some of everything too. He seemed to like that her appetite could almost keep up with his. He’d named her his Foodie Friend, and they had plans for Vietnamese food the next weekend. At his place.
What if he wanted to play right away? Was she ready for that? She thought about playing with Ambrose, but Ba
It was Ba
She pushed the thoughts away and pretended Ba
She wondered what kinds of things he was into. Ba
Was she a brat?
A shiver shot down her spine as she daydreamed about what they might do in the privacy of his house.
In her head, they were in Ba
If he was into the same things as Ba
She shuddered.
A picture formed in her mind. She was on Ba
Would Ambrose insist on taking her ass as Ba
“There’s my kitty,” he said, voice rough and seductive.
But it was Ba
Fuck.
She gave her head a shake and placed Ambrose there instead. Her clit tingled, and she wished she had access to her vibrator. In five minutes she’d be home and could take care of things. She squirmed in her seat. No harm in fantasizing to get ready though.
Ambrose walked around her needy body then put a finger under her chin to force her to look at him. Only Ba
Ugh!
“Get out of my head!”
She forced Ambrose back into the picture.
“Are you a good kitty or a bad kitty?” he whispered.
“Um.”
He moved his hand to her hair and yanked it.
In real life, a rush of heat flooded her pussy. Her underwear was probably soaked. Oh, she was a bad kitty, alright.
A car honked and she looked up, realizing she’d been sitting at a green light. Mortified, she cleared her head and focused on driving the rest of the way home. Her clit still ached when she made it into her condo parking lot. Vibrator was a must. But first, she wanted to text Ba
She pulled out her phone and wrote, Ambrose is great. Thanks for the hook-up!
She waited a moment to see if there’d be a response. When none came, she sighed and walked to the door. Pixie would need to go out, so her vibrator plans would have to be put on hold. Actually, by the time she got settled back at home, the mood would be over. She hated when that happened.
Her text alert beeped right as she went through the door. It was Ba
I’m glad you hit it off. He’s a good guy. You can trust him.
But maybe I don’t want a good guy, she almost wrote. Maybe I want you.
Whoa. Where had that come from?
Feeling confused and still a little horny, she set her purse on the counter. It probably wasn’t wise to text him back right now. Not with her feelings all out of whack. Maybe sub drop was still affecting her.
She looked at Pixie, and Pixie looked back at her.
“What’s wrong with me, Pixie?”
She snorted.
“You’re so full of wisdom, you know that?”
Maybe she should stop talking to dogs and talk to Janine instead. But what could she say?
I can’t stop fantasizing about a guy, but I’m dating his best friend?
Classy.
Maybe getting somewhere with Ambrose would clear Ba
She took out her phone and texted Ambrose this time. Can’t wait for next weekend. What should I wear?
That should start the ball rolling.
Chapter 14
“You look like shit.” From his perch at the breakfast bar, Rook watched Ba