The Hookup Handbook(26)
That’s fucking sad. No wonder my dick’s bent out of shape. Not literally . . . that would suck.
It’s still too early to hit the bar scene, but with my mind made up, I already feel better. More calm, in control.
I head to my bedroom to change, deciding a light run on the treadmill will clear my head. Then I’ll shower and head out to a club where I know there are bound to be single ladies.
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At the bar, I order two fingers of whiskey, neat. Not so much that it’ll mess with my already confused dick, but just enough to take the edge off. I have no problem picking up women—it’s literally part of my job—I just need something to calm my confusion and frustration over Sienna.
I still can’t believe she propositioned me like that. What the hell was she thinking?
Within minutes, my sights land on a pretty redhead across the room wearing a low-cut floral print dress, perfectly accentuating the nicest rack I’ve seen in a long time.
Well, the second nicest, if I’m being honest. But since I’m not allowed to touch Sienna, this will have to work. At least, I hope it does.
The redhead is exactly the kind of woman I would have picked up before things got screwed up down south—pretty, but not overly done up. When our eyes meet, she shoots me a smile before shyly looking away.
Game on.
I join her at her end of the bar, leaning my elbows on the wood surface and cocking my head to the side. She turns to face me, crossing one knee over the other, an amused smile pulling up the corners of her lips.
“I don’t mean to bother you, but I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Frat Bro over there is planning to make his move on you any minute now.” I nod toward a man standing by the dartboard wearing a pink polo with the collar popped, chugging the last of his beer and staring intently our way.
She raises her eyebrows, tossing her crimson locks over her shoulder as she turns to check him out, and rolls her eyes as she turns back to me. “Not exactly my type.”
“I had a feeling. Some men have a hard time telling who’s in and out of their league.”
She smiles and leans toward me, giving me even more of an eyeful of her ample cleavage. “And how exactly do you fit into my league?” she says, her voice low and suggestive.
Normally, this kind of response would be any man’s dream, a clear invitation to keep barreling forward to the inevitable end goal, full speed ahead. Except it isn’t doing a damn thing for me. No twitch in my pants. No ache in my gut. Not even a goddamned hint of arousal.
Un-fucking-believable.
She’s practically shoving her tits in my face, and I can’t even muster up a flicker of interest. Fuck, maybe I’m more broken than I thought.
I push my frustration aside as best I can, chatting with the redhead a few minutes longer before making up some phony excuse to get out of there. Anything to get away from the living, breathing reminder that my cock wants one person, and one person alone.
Fucking Sienna.
After climbing back into my car, I grip the steering wheel with both hands, my blood on the brink of boiling.
I’ve tried everything. I stopped seeing clients. I stopped having sex. I ignored my attraction to her. I even tried to find someone else, anyone who might make me forget about those big blue eyes and that long blond hair. But no, my cock has made it absolutely clear that it won’t perform for anyone else.
I’m not a goddamned circus monkey, but damn, I feel like one right about now.
That’s when I decide.
Fuck it. I’m going for it.
Within fifteen minutes, I pull up outside Sienna’s apartment. Ryder’s with a client tonight, so I know it’s safe to see her. Without thinking about it a second longer, I get out of my car and march to her door, knocking with more purpose than I ever have before.
A few moments later, a very confused-looking Sienna answers the door, dressed in an oversized T-shirt and baggy sweatpants, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Even without any makeup on, she’s fucking gorgeous, and I can’t help being turned on by the sight of her so undone.
She looks shocked to see me, frozen in the doorway with one hand still on the handle. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that I’m practically panting, but in this moment, I don’t have a single fuck left to give.
“Case, what are you—”
“Do you still want to fuck?”
She falters, her mouth falling open as she searches my face for a hint of sarcasm. “I thought you made your feelings clear about that earlier.”
“Changed my mind.”
“Well, you didn’t have to come all the way over here. You have my number, you know.”
“Are you in or not?”
Folding her arms over her chest, she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her mouth lifting slightly at the corners. “Yes,” she says quietly, briefly making eye contact before looking down at the floor.
This shyness is the last thing I expected from her, after everything that’s already happened, but it only makes me want her more.
Without thinking, I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her as my mouth crushes over hers. She meets my kiss with equal passion, her hands instinctually snaking over my shoulders as our bodies collide, my growing erection already pressing into her belly.
Reluctantly, I pull away, my breathing heavy and ragged. “Tomorrow,” I say on a gasp. I’m so turned on, I can barely get the word out.