Page 22 of Big Daddy to Go

“Brooklyn, actually. Bed-Sty. How about you?”

“I’m from a small town in Pennsylvania. I moved to New York when I was twenty, and I transferred to Columbia.”

“You’re hot and smart,” she smiles.

I laugh as I give her thigh a squeeze under the table. She jumps at the contact but puts her hand over mine. I lean in and kiss her softly, needing at least that until we go to my place.

“So, what do you do, Kane?”

“I’m the CEO of Infinity Investments.”

“That’s a Fortune-500 company, isn’t it?” she asks, wide-eyed.

“It is,” I smile cheekily at her. “I also have my own personal investments in hotels and things. The Hotel Magnolia, for instance, is one of my properties.”

“Oh, so that’s why the concierge knew you so well?” Lexi asks.

I nod, but I get the feeling she made other assumptions because a relieved look washes over her face.

“Why? What did you think?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she shakes her head, blushing again.

“Tell me.” I move my hand higher and squeeze her thigh, dangerously close to her pussy.

She squirms and tries to push my hand away as she laughs.

“I thought you were one of those businessmen that… I don’t know… sleeps with hookers in hotel rooms… and is a freaky sex addict with a torture room or something.”

I stare at her blankly for a moment. I can see the worry in her eyes that she has offended me. I burst into laughter, and she follows suit.

“I don’t have a torture room,” I say as our laughter dies down. “Just a wall with some toys,” I shrug, taking a nacho and popping it into my mouth.

These nachos are amazing. If Lexi weren’t distracting me from them, they’d be gone.

Lexi stares at me and leans in close. Her eyes are wide.

“Seriously? You have a sex toy wall?”

“I guess you’ll have to come over and find out.”

I hope she’s not disappointed when she realizes there is no sex toy wall. Of course, I could probably make arrangements if that’s really what she’s into. But I much prefer to pleasure Lexi with my own body and not with whips and chains.

“You’re teasing me,” she says once again, looking relieved.

I smirk, “And we’re just getting started.”

I kiss her again, this time needier. As our tongues touch, Lexi leans into my body, and her fingers run through my hair.

“You want to go?” I ask.

She nods, and I take her hand in mine. We walk up to the bar, where Melanie and Ricky are talking. I slip Ricky a hundred-dollar bill.

“Let me get your change,” he says.

“Keep it. Thanks for helping out,” I tell him, nodding toward Lexi.

“Happy to help,” he responds before going to help a customer.