The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(59)

“Who’s Aaron?”

“My friend I work with, the one who sits next to me. He’s gay.”

“Oh.” He cuts into his toast, mollified for the moment.

I watch him for a moment as he eats in silence. “Would it bother you if I were going clubbing?”

He sips his coffee, stalling for his answer. “Well, if your performance from last weekend is anything to go by, yes, it would.”

I smile softly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I shrug; I like that it bothers him.

He rubs his hand up my bare thigh and leans over to kiss my cheek. “I’m not sharing you. I don’t want you dancing with anybody.”

I smile and rub my hands through his stubble as I look into his big blue eyes. “Good, then I won’t.”

An hour later, the limo pulls up in front of my apartment.

Jameson picks up my hand and kisses the back of it as his eyes hold mine. “Until Tuesday.”

I smile softly at the beautiful man in front of me. “Until Tuesday.”

I kiss him softly on the lips. The driver opens the car door, and I walk up to the front door of my building and turn and wave. The car waits for me to go inside and then pulls out slowly and drives down the street.

I exhale heavily as I anticipate spending the rest of my weekend alone.

Damn it, Tuesday is so far away.

I lie in a state of deep relaxation on my couch. Rebelling against Jameson, I did in fact order Uber Eats for one, and yes, I put the chain on my door, just in case.

My phone dances across the table, and the name Aaron lights up the screen.

“Hello.” I smirk. Damn, this man makes me laugh.

“Oh . . . my fuck,” he stammers. “I just hacked Paul’s email, and he’s meeting a guy at a club tonight.”

I sit up. “What?”

“Yes, and it gets worse.”

“How can it possibly?”

“He’s been on Grindr.”

“Oh my God, are you kidding me?” I gasp. “He’s on Grindr?”

“Yes, get dressed. We are going down there to bust a move.”

“What?” I shriek.

“You heard me. Put on something sexy. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“But . . .”

The phone clicks as he hangs up. Oh shit. Damn it, I don’t want to go out tonight.

My phone rings again, and the name Molly lights up the screen.

“I know,” I answer, knowing that Aaron would have called her too.

“He’s on fucking Grindr?” she shrieks.

“I know.”

“You do me a favor. Tonight when you see Paul’s pencil dick, you grind it to a pulp with your fucking shoe.”

I giggle. “I’m hoping not to see it, Moll.”

“I can’t believe this shit,” she snaps in outrage.

“I know.”

“Aaron is way too good for him.”

“I know. Are you coming on our bust-a-move mission?”

“I can’t. I’ve got the kids. Wear a GoPro strapped to your head so I can see what happens.”

“Can’t you drop the kids with their dad?” I ask. “This is an emergency.”

“No. He’s on a date with a whore bag.”

I giggle again. “Honestly, so much shit going on around here.”

“I know,” she snaps. “Okay, I’m calling you every hour. Answer your phone.” She hangs up.

An hour later, Aaron leads me through the nightclub by the hand as he scans the club. It’s small and dark, and the music is the dance-club type. The beat is tantric.

“Do you see him?” I call.

“Nope.” He narrows his eyes as he looks around.

“What are you going to do if you do see him?” I ask.

“End it.”

“Why don’t you just end it anyway?” I frown.

“I need proof.”

“The email is the proof, Aaron,” I huff.

“I knew he was up to something,” he fumes. “That fucking asshole has spent the last week in my bed, and he’s trolling Grindr for sex.”

“Were you in a relationship, like full-on?”

“No, he said he didn’t want a boyfriend but that he wanted to have sex with me only.”

I frown. That sounds very familiar. “So you’ve been monogamous with him all along?”

“Of course I have. I don’t fuck around.”

I scrunch up my nose in disgust. “Honestly, kick this douche to the curb.”

“I will. As soon as I find him.”

I roll my eyes and feel my phone vibrate in my bag. I dig it out. “Hello, Molly.”

“What’s happening?”

“We can’t find him,” I reply as I look around.

“Go and sit in the corner out of view, and wait for them to get there. Don’t stand where they can see you.”

“Oh, right.” I put my hand over the phone. “Molly says we should sit somewhere out of sight so he doesn’t see us.”

Aaron points at me. “Great idea.” He grabs me by the hand and leads us over to a booth. “I’ll sit here. You go and get drinks,” he snaps as he slides into the seat.