Page 18 of Tap Left
She toys with the hemline of her dress, making me hard, and then finally decides to answer.And this is what I can respect about Lola. She might be shy and awkward, but she doesn’t play coy. She doesn’t wait for the other sheep to speak before she follows. If I ask her, she will blurt out whatever it is that’s on her mind, and then blush like hell after the fact.
“I’ve been trying a few.” She bites her lip, and I know she’s holding out on me.“The usuals.”
“And?”
She blushes. Taps her fingers over her knee.“And Tap Left.”
Hard. So fucking hard. And so fucking pissed.I have to restrain myself.Lola isn’t just a girl. She belonged to Ryan. And I can’t toss her over my desk and spank the shit out of her.I can’t whip out my cock and demand that she worship it.But right now, that’s all I really fucking want.
“Lola.”My voice is low. Menacing. And it gets her attention right away.She blinks up at me, surprised. My eyes are boring right through her. She shifts in her chair, crosses her legs.I can’t figure out if it’s because I’m making her nervous or making her wet.
“It’s not just a hookup app,” she tries to justify.And then, to further prove her point, she pulls out her phone and points at the screen.“See, it says right there. Dating.”
“Yes,” I agree. “Dating whoever is in a three-mile radius of you. One-night dating. That’s called a hookup, Lola.”
She sighs, and I steal the phone from her hand.
“Hey!” she tries to grab it back, but I stand up and hold it above me as I scroll through her profile.She’s little more than five feet so she couldn’t reach it without climbing me like a tree- which I’d love to see her try.
I sort through the tools she’s been in contact with and categorize them into levels of douchebaggery. Ski instructor? He gets a ten. He’s banging anything and everything, guaranteed. Bartender? If he has to go on Tap Left to get laid, he’s definitely not doing his job right.
Then I find Damon.
Damon is a lawyer.Damon has all of his hair and a well-tailored suit.And Damon is good with his words.He’s a corporate tax attorney, and he’s got Lola’s number, and it tells me everything I need to know. He makes Lola laugh in their conversations. He makes her send him smiley faces. He says they should get to know each other before they meet.Lola agrees.And she never sends me smiley faces.
What the fuck?
I glance down at her.It feels like I’m losing her all over again. This is Tom 2.0, and I don’t know how to stop this train wreck.I don’t know how to stop the insanity that’s on constant replay inside of my head right now.“Do you like this guy?”
I don’t even need to use his name, and she knows, and that’s how I know I’m fucked.She gives a half-hearted shrug, and her cheeks are pink and why the fuck did I ever let her go?
“Yes.”
No.
That can’t be right.
How could she like a guy like Damon? Damon isn’t good for her. Damon doesn’t know what she needs.Damon just wants inside of her fucking panties. A place he has no right to be. A place that, if I have my say, he won’t ever be.
“Go out with me tonight?”
“What?” she blinks.
“This guy…” I nearly choke on his name, because I want to destroy him with every ounce of my being. “Damon. If you like Damon, you need to roll with the big dogs, Lola. He’s a lawyer. He’ll want to take you out to nice places. Impress you.”
“I don’t know.” She shifts and glances down at her toes curled into my office carpet. “That didn’t really work out so well last time.”
“I know.” I’m sincere, apologetic. And when she looks up at me, I realize that this is the thing she needed all along. It wasn’t texts or flowers or chocolate.Lola is so simple.She doesn’t play games. And sometimes, I forget that.I move into her space and tug on a piece of her pale hair. She shivers.
“Go on a date with me.”
Her face fractures. Pain flickers in her eyes, and I know she is remembering the most epic fail of my life.
“Not a real one,” I amend quickly.
“Then what?” she asks.
“Let’s be strangers for a night. It will be good practice.”
