Page 7 of His Lair

Lailani lifts a shoulder. “I’m messy. You definitely shouldn’t date me.”

“I’m not afraid of making a mess,” I tell her. If she’s trying to turn me off, it’s not working. In fact, I find her even more endearing now. “I’m gonna try not to take it personally that you don’t want to date me, though.”

“It’s not you. I don’t date anyone,” she says.

There’s usually two reasons women don’t want to date. One, they’ve been hurt by a man in the past. Or, two, they’re more into dating women than men.

“Who is he?” I ask, because I’m pretty sure Lailani isn’t a lesbian. I’ve seen the way she looks at me.

“Who is who?”

“Whoever hurt you. What’d he do? Give me a name,” I say, more convinced that someone has fucked with her.

“No one. I just prefer to focus on myself. I don’t need a man in my life to be happy,” she replies.

Huh, maybe I was wrong?

“Are you gay? I mean, I’m not judging if you are. I’m cool with whatever people do.”

“You think because a girl doesn’t want to date you that means she’s gay?” She eyes me from across the booth.

“Well, yeah.” I smirk. “I’ve got mirrors.”

“And an ego, it seems.”

“It was a joke.” I lean back in my seat, throwing an arm over the top to get a better look at her. “So, you’re not gay and you haven’t got a traumatic past that’s making you swear off men. What is it about me that turns you off from dating me, then?”

“Your my boss’s business partnerandfriend. Like I said, it’s a conflict of interest,” she insists.

“Fine. I’ll have Louie fire you.”

“Oh yeah, because I’m really going to go on a date with the guy who got me fired from a job I happen to need.” She rolls her eyes.

“I wouldn’t do that. But seriously, what harm could possibly come from me taking you out on a date?” I try again.

“I’ll think about it.” She smiles at me. “You know, you’re annoyingly persistent.”

“I’ve been told that once or twice.” I lift a shoulder.

After we finish eating, I walk Lailani out to the street where she calls for a car. I offered to give her a ride home and she declined. I figured I wouldn’t push her. She’s holding back, and I need to take smaller steps to win her over.

I stroll back into the Wild Card a few minutes later and go straight up to my penthouse apartment. As soon as I enter, I do a quick walk-through to make sure nothing has been moved or touched. It’s a habit that started when I was young. Everything in my home has a place, and I notice if something isn’t in that place. Some would call my apartment sterile, empty, cold.

I like it that way. I’m not one for clutter. I have the necessities, and they’re more than enough. Okay, I have more than the necessities. I don’t go without. I just don’t do… junk.

Once I’m satisfied everything is where it should be, I head to my bedroom and straight into the shower. Where I strip down, turn on the hot water, and step under the spray, enjoying the burn on my skin. Then, squirting some shower gel onto my hand, I fist my cock and close my eyes.

There’s one face that pops up in my head. It’s always the same face. Lailani. I’ve never done anything more than chat her up before tonight. I have no idea what made me take her out now. I’ve wanted her for months and chosen to stay away. The last thing a girl like that needs is to be swept into the darkness that I live in.

I imagine her on her knees in front of me. Water dripping down her face, down her naked breasts. Her lips parted, waiting and willing to take me. My hand strokes over my cock while I imagine it pumping in and out of her mouth.

“Fuck.”

I pick up speed. I can almost hear her moans, feel the back of her throat. She lets me fuck her rough. Hard. The good girl isn’t always good.

I smirk at the thought of ruining her innocence as my fist continues to pump faster. My balls tighten and spasms of pleasure run up my spine. I finish with Lailani’s name on my lips, squirting my cum all over the tiled wall.

I love my job. Most days. Today, I’m counting down the hours until I can go and get Lailani for our date. The date she never actually agreed to go on. Now that I’ve decided I want her, I’m not going to let her get away. I was going to make reservations at some fancy-ass restaurant but then thought dinner at my penthouse would be better. More intimate and private.