Gentleman Nine(22)

It’s been a few days, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was going to ever contact you again. I was leaning toward no. But as much as I’ve tried to distract myself, I can’t seem to let the idea of this go, even though it’s literally the craziest thing I’ve ever done. So, I’m thinking I’d like to move forward with a meetup. What’s the next step?



—Amber



My pulse raced.

Shit.

I needed to either not respond ever again or come up with something that would get my ass out of this situation. There was also the burning need to know the reason behind her sudden push to move forward. If anything, I’d hoped that my words of warning about impulsivity tonight would have helped steer her away from the idea of paying some man to fuck her. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

Angry and perplexed, it took me several minutes to figure out what to say, and I ultimately came up with something short and sweet that would put the ball back in her court.



Hey Amber,



I didn’t think I was going to hear back from you. What changed your mind?



—G9



Hoping she didn’t decide to fall asleep, I waited for the next message to come in.



Hi G9,



Thank you for the quick response. I just came in from a night out with my friend—the one I told you about. He was hoping to serve as my wingman tonight. But no one worthy of his efforts ever showed. We still had a really great time. Well, I already told you about my attraction to him. We’d done this roleplay thing where he pretended to be picking me up in the bar so that I could practice my dating skills. We were flirting or pretending to, and his body was close. Anyway, I came home feeling very aroused. Also, I might be a little drunk. I don’t want to wait months or years to satisfy the sexual need I’m feeling. So, I’m taking matters into my own hands. Or maybe into yours. (That was bad.)

Let me know what’s next.



—Amber



Blood was pumping through my veins and rushing down to my cock. I just started writing the first thing that came to mind. This time the words were coming from a different place within me.



Amber,



It may not be my place to ask, but this man you live with…how do you know he doesn’t want you in the same way you want him? How do you know that he’s not the man for the job to satisfy you? Have you ever told him how you felt?



—G9



I knew one thing. I may not have been the best man to solve Amber’s little problem, but I was sure as fuck a better option than this dude she thought she was talking to.

A few minutes later, she responded.



G9,



No, I’ve never told him anything and I don’t plan to. I really care for him as a friend and wouldn’t ever want to ruin that. I think I mentioned to you before that he was my ex’s best friend for several years. We were all friends and have a long history. Yes, I’m very attracted to him, but I’m not looking to make my life more complicated right now. That’s why I came to you. I just need to satisfy this physical need I have. I’ve only been with one person my entire life, and it’s been a while since I’ve had sex.

I know the site said that photos are not provided, but do you have a picture of yourself you can send me?



—Amber



Fuck!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I needed to end this, set a date to meet her, then figure it out and be done with this charade.



Amber,



I’m not able to send you a photo, but we can plan to meet a week from Saturday, early evening if you’d like. Say 4PM? I can book us a room at The Peabody Hotel. We can meet in the lounge first. If you’re having doubts at that time, you can walk away. I’ll completely understand. No fees charged.



—G9



How was I going to get out of this? Did I even want to? Should I come clean? Show up and confront her? Let her think he stood her up? I had no idea.

A new message popped up.



G9,



Thank you for agreeing to meet me at a public place. I really appreciate that. The truth is, I won’t know how I’ll feel until I get there, until I see you. I’m sorry if that sounds really superficial. Please bring the medical paperwork you promised.

That time sounds good. I can plan to be there.



—Amber



I had a week to figure this out. I typed.



Amber,



I completely understand. Let’s say 4PM at the lounge. I’ll be wearing a black polo shirt and will probably be seated in the corner. Otherwise, at the bar.

If you need to cancel, simply message me at this email address by 3PM. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll assume we’re still on.



—G9



A final response came through.



G9,



Thank you. I will see you then.



—Amber



I shut my laptop and let out a deep breath.

Amber…why?

A part of me really wished I could storm down the hall to her room and ask her what the fuck she was thinking in agreeing to meet him. The other part of me was fighting my body’s reaction to the idea that she was turned on tonight because of me. It wasn’t fair to take enjoyment out of that thought given that I’d basically stolen that information. It was never meant for me to know.