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“Last fall,” he said with a shit-eating grin.
“Errr, I want to hit you!”
“You’re quite violent, you know that?” he said in a calm voice. “One night in one of my play rooms and I would be able to fix that.”
“I thought you were Jett’s friend.”
“I am. Can’t a guy lend a helping hand, or possibly a finger . . . or three?”
“Make it four,” I said with a cheeky grin, making him sputter on his gumbo.
“Shocker? You know, two in the pink . . .” he suggested while making the hand gesture.
“I know what a shocker is and no! God, you’re disgusting. Maybe you’re the one who needs sex, since you talk about it all the time.”
“You’re right about that,” he said while tipping his water glass toward me before taking a drink out of it. “I need a good play time, I just can’t seem to find the right girl though.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, slightly curious about the semi-serious tone he’d taken on.
“Well, I’m a dom, Goldie. I like to take charge, just like Jett, and for a dom like me to be satisfied, I need a willing submissive. Someone who would give me their body entirely without making a sound besides her cries of pure ecstasy. There are girls who will test it out with me but then try to change me, try to push me out of my lifestyle, and that’s when I send them on their way. There is no changing for me and maybe someday I will find the right girl but until then, I’ll just twittle around with you.”
“Twittle? There will be no twittling.”
Laughing, Diego said, “Relax. I have no intention of doing anything with you. I just like pressing your buttons . . . or button.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Seriously! Enough with the sexual innuendos.”
“Why? Am I making you hot?”
“You’re making me want to slap you around.”
“I’m into that.”
“Check please!” I called out in frustration as I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. Diego just laughed while he patted his mouth clean with his napkin. It was going to be a long fucking couple of weeks at this rate.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“She Keeps Me Warm”
JETT
“George, I understand that but I want to make sure we are ready to make a move when we can,” I said into my phone as I paced the length of my office.
“Mr. Colby, you just have to be patient.”
I wanted to laugh into the phone. Someone telling me to be patient was a joke, I was the most patient man in the world but when it came to finalizing this Lot 17 bullshit, I wanted it done. I hated being apart from Goldie, now that I had her. The club wasn’t the same without her smart mouth and ridiculousness. Everyone missed her, even Miss Mary.
“I’m a very patient man, George, but what is taking so goddamn long? What is the city waiting for? Don’t they want to get this over with? Start making some money?”
“They do, but there is a process. Once I hear something, I’ll let you know. Until then, make sure your affairs are in order so that when we can put a bid in, we do so in a timely manner.”
“You know everything is ready to go, don’t treat me like a child.” I seethed. I’d been working with George ever since I extracted myself from my father, and there were times during our lawyer/client relationship when he’d treated me like a son, and I’d had to remind him who worked for whom.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Colby. We will get Lot 17. You have good standing in the community and you want to use it for a good reason.”
Damn fucking right!
“Thank you, George. I’ll be in touch.”
