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wasn’t above doing it again.
I jerked my jeans up around my hips and fastened my belt before walking out into the lobby to pay the bill for my torture session.
“Always a pleasure, Lorraine,” I said as I signed the credit card receipt.
“The pleasure is always for me,” she replied with a wink.
My smile faltered and I waved awkwardly as she once again began to laugh at her own joke. She had an insane talent for making a run-of-the-mill appointment to wax my balls an intense exercise in awkwardness.
Unfortunately, she was the best, and I only used the best. Especially when my dick was on the line.
I slid my aviators back into place as I stepped onto the sidewalk and into the late-afternoon sun. I’d made it out of the appointment with time to spare and headed for my Land Rover.
As I drove, I tried to piece together how the impending conversation would go.
She’d still be frosty for sure, but even her ice queen act couldn’t hold up against my charm for too long. I would just have to pour on the boy-next-door appeal and come off as harmless. If she knew my angle, she’d shut down in a heartbeat.
Holly Nash would definitely not fall for the bad boy porn star act that got me between most thighs. No, Miss Nash was going to take some work. Work that I fully intended on turning into a game.
With any luck, we’d both enjoy it in the end.
I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant ten minutes before seven and parked in a stall at the back of the building. The mirror in the driver’s side visor helped me soften my appearance a bit. I pressed my hair forward and the bangs up and to the side so that I almost had a pompadour. There wasn’t much I could do about the scruff on my jaw, but the aviators had to go.
Those few simple changes made me less predatory and a little more innocent looking than I’d ever been in my life.
A clean shave would’ve been the perfect touch, but there was only so much I could do in the front seat of my SUV with only five minutes before we were supposed to meet.
After a final once-over, I locked up and headed for the front door.
“Can I help you?”
“I have a reservation for seven-thirty under Hale.”
The gentleman glanced down at the podium he stood behind before nodding his head curtly, “Of course, Mr. Hale. Right this way.”
I followed him to an intimate booth in the back corner of the main dining room.
“Shall I bring your guest straight back?”
“That’d be great. Her name is Holly Nash. She’ll probably ask for me by name.”
“Of course, sir. Your waiter will be right with you.”
“Thanks, Jeeves.”
I could see the change in his eyes the moment I said it and had to exercise every ounce of my self-control to not laugh in his face at my own joke.
The poor guy probably heard it all day long every day.
I made a mental note to tip well in hopes that he’d get a cut of it at the end of the night.
“Good evening, sir,” a twenty-something gentleman in a crisp white button up and cheap black slacks gave me an award-winning customer service smile, “Can I start you off with something to drink while you wait for your dinner guest?”
“Water would be great for both of us and I’d also like a bottle of the best Merlot you have.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll have your water out right away and deliver the bottle when your guest arrives.”
“Thanks.”
He had recognized me. I could tell by the way he kept glancing down at my crotch. The only reason I chose fine dining over fast food was the fact that the staff were all so used to waiting on celebrities that they didn’t get all fangirl crazy on you in public.
Usually.
I spotted Jeeves heading toward my booth with Holly in tow and my palms began to sweat.
What the fuck?
I never get nervous around women.
I wiped my hands on my jeans as I rose to greet her. Instead of the more intimate kiss kiss on the cheek that women tended to try with me, she went in for the kill with a very formal, very
I jerked my jeans up around my hips and fastened my belt before walking out into the lobby to pay the bill for my torture session.
“Always a pleasure, Lorraine,” I said as I signed the credit card receipt.
“The pleasure is always for me,” she replied with a wink.
My smile faltered and I waved awkwardly as she once again began to laugh at her own joke. She had an insane talent for making a run-of-the-mill appointment to wax my balls an intense exercise in awkwardness.
Unfortunately, she was the best, and I only used the best. Especially when my dick was on the line.
I slid my aviators back into place as I stepped onto the sidewalk and into the late-afternoon sun. I’d made it out of the appointment with time to spare and headed for my Land Rover.
As I drove, I tried to piece together how the impending conversation would go.
She’d still be frosty for sure, but even her ice queen act couldn’t hold up against my charm for too long. I would just have to pour on the boy-next-door appeal and come off as harmless. If she knew my angle, she’d shut down in a heartbeat.
Holly Nash would definitely not fall for the bad boy porn star act that got me between most thighs. No, Miss Nash was going to take some work. Work that I fully intended on turning into a game.
With any luck, we’d both enjoy it in the end.
I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant ten minutes before seven and parked in a stall at the back of the building. The mirror in the driver’s side visor helped me soften my appearance a bit. I pressed my hair forward and the bangs up and to the side so that I almost had a pompadour. There wasn’t much I could do about the scruff on my jaw, but the aviators had to go.
Those few simple changes made me less predatory and a little more innocent looking than I’d ever been in my life.
A clean shave would’ve been the perfect touch, but there was only so much I could do in the front seat of my SUV with only five minutes before we were supposed to meet.
After a final once-over, I locked up and headed for the front door.
“Can I help you?”
“I have a reservation for seven-thirty under Hale.”
The gentleman glanced down at the podium he stood behind before nodding his head curtly, “Of course, Mr. Hale. Right this way.”
I followed him to an intimate booth in the back corner of the main dining room.
“Shall I bring your guest straight back?”
“That’d be great. Her name is Holly Nash. She’ll probably ask for me by name.”
“Of course, sir. Your waiter will be right with you.”
“Thanks, Jeeves.”
I could see the change in his eyes the moment I said it and had to exercise every ounce of my self-control to not laugh in his face at my own joke.
The poor guy probably heard it all day long every day.
I made a mental note to tip well in hopes that he’d get a cut of it at the end of the night.
“Good evening, sir,” a twenty-something gentleman in a crisp white button up and cheap black slacks gave me an award-winning customer service smile, “Can I start you off with something to drink while you wait for your dinner guest?”
“Water would be great for both of us and I’d also like a bottle of the best Merlot you have.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll have your water out right away and deliver the bottle when your guest arrives.”
“Thanks.”
He had recognized me. I could tell by the way he kept glancing down at my crotch. The only reason I chose fine dining over fast food was the fact that the staff were all so used to waiting on celebrities that they didn’t get all fangirl crazy on you in public.
Usually.
I spotted Jeeves heading toward my booth with Holly in tow and my palms began to sweat.
What the fuck?
I never get nervous around women.
I wiped my hands on my jeans as I rose to greet her. Instead of the more intimate kiss kiss on the cheek that women tended to try with me, she went in for the kill with a very formal, very
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