"Did you two used to get into all sorts of trouble growing up?"
"Why would you assume that?"
I laughed. "Oh, I don't know...maybe because you guys steal cards and slip people drugs when they're not looking?"
"I'd just say we know how to have a good time," he said with a smile.
"Do you travel a lot like Rob?"
Matt laughed. "Not much recently. Unlike Rob, I actually have a job."
I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to date someone who had direction and motivation. It was hard for me to not think of my list of qualities for guys I dated. I had made it for a reason. "What is it that you do?"
"I work at MAC International."
I had heard of it. Everyone had heard of it. MAC International was a prestigious financial firm in New York City. "What do you do there?"
Matt smiled. "I'm learning how to run it so my dad can retire."
Of course. I knew that the C in MAC International stood for Caldwell. I should have been able to put that together. The Caldwells and Hunters were basically New York royalty. Matt was probably wondering what the heck he was doing wasting his time talking to someone so far down on the social ladder. "Are you excited to run it?"
"Um...there's pros and cons."
"So maybe you're a little jealous that Rob doesn't have a job?"
Matt laughed. "No, but I'm a little jealous that he won you over. I'm assuming he told you he wanted to make things work and said he'd visit you a lot in New York? You've probably exchanged phone numbers and are excited for the future, no? He's all talk. I'm the nice one." He winked at me.
Everything he said made me feel a little queasy. Rob and I hadn't even exchanged phone numbers yet. Shit. I had sex with someone and didn't even know his phone number. I didn't know his middle name. I didn't even know his mailing address. Rob put his arm around my shoulders, almost making me jump. I hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.
"Is Matt harassing you?" Rob asked.
"I was just getting to know him." And you. Rob had changed into a pair of swim trunks. Maybe I should say I need to change?
"I'll take that as a yes. Come on, let's go eat." Rob directed me away from his friend.
As soon as we were in the hallway, he moved his arm off my shoulders and grabbed my hand. He smiled down at me. I could definitely get used to this. Was he thinking the same thing? Or was he going to leave tonight and never speak to me again?
"Do you have a pen?" he whispered.
I shook my head. Normally I had everything I could possibly need on hand, but my purse was in my room.
"I'll give you my number later then. Ignore Matt, he's just upset that you wanted me."
"I think it was more so that you wanted me."
"Is that so? I'm pretty sure you came to my room and begged me for sex."
"Begged you? I didn't beg you."
He laughed and squeezed my hand. It was the most comforting feeling in the world.
Chapter 30
Rob
Leave it to Matt to try to fuck this up for me. He was jealous that Daphne chose me, but he didn't have to be a dick about it. I wasn't all talk. Not this time at least. I was going to visit Daphne in New York. I was going to give her my number. And I was going to text her all the damn time. Especially after what just happened. I wanted to repeat that right now. If Matt hadn't interrupted us, I'd be enjoying her pussy for lunch instead of whatever the hell they had ordered.
"I really wish we hadn't been interrupted," I whispered in her ear. "Coming at least twice is what living really is."
She pressed her lips together and shook her head, clearly embarrassed. It just reminded me of the fact that I hadn't gotten those lips around my cock yet.
"You really know how to make a guy feel like the third wheel," Matt said behind us.
"What, you want me to hold your hand too? Come here." I tried to reach for his hand.
"No, get off me, weirdo." Matt shoved my shoulder.
Daphne laughed. I loved the way the smile spread across her face when she did. I only had a few things that I looked for in a girl. One, she had to laugh at my jokes. Not all of them in a super fake way, but she had to genuinely think I was funny. She needed to blush when I embarrassed her, which I planned on doing all the time. And she needed to make me hard. Daphne had all those qualities.
I didn't necessarily have a type, but I was starting to think that Daphne was my type. I had just never found a girl that looked like her before. I let her walk in front of me onto the elevator. Her ass was perfectly fuckable. I wonder if she'll let me do that to her. She had already surprised me by wanting sex this weekend. She was clearly having a hard time resisting me. Yeah, she'll probably let me.
"I should go change too," Daphne said.
I didn't want her to change a thing. Strands of her hair were falling out of her ponytail and her shirt was hanging slightly off her shoulder. She had that helter-skelter look about her like she had just been fucked really well. Which she had. She looked perfect to me.
"Lunch is probably already there," Matt said.
"Shouldn't I put a bathing suit on?"
"You can always go skinny dipping," I said and pulled her against my chest.
"I certainly won't protest," Matt said.
She frowned. "I've never been skinny dipping and I never will. Unlike some people, I don't walk around naked in public." She was staring directly at me. Was she seriously referring to this morning?
I laughed. "If you're talking about this morning, I wasn't in public. I was at the waterfall that I told you about, which no one else ever goes to. I didn't think you'd just show up. And I certainly didn't peg you for a peeping Tom."
"Mhm."
"And I wasn't walking around naked. You just happened to see me naked. And you couldn't seem to look away if I remember correctly." I smiled at the blush on her cheeks.
"Was he doing that thing again?" Matt asked.
I really wish Daphne and I were alone right now.
"What thing?" Daphne said.
"That thing where he refuses to shower inside."
Daphne laughed. "That was exactly what he was doing. Why do you know that? Does he do it a lot?"
"All the time. He's a psychopath." Matt smiled at Daphne who immediately laughed.
I didn't like that at all. I wanted to be the only one that made my girl laugh. My girl? Did I really just refer to Daphne as that?
"What, are you embarrassed?" Daphne said.
I shook my head. No, but maybe I am a psychopath. I had only known this girl for five minutes. But even as I thought it, I realized it wasn't true. She hadn't known me, but I had run past her every day for months. Sometimes it was the highlight of my day. Sometimes I'd dream about her at night. Fuck, I really am a psychopath.
"Really?" She stared up at me with her pretty green eyes. "You look so embarrassed right now, Rob."
The way she said my name made me smile. "I'm not embarrassed, beautiful. And I refuse to apologize for showering outside where humans are meant to shower."
"As opposed to an indoor shower where humans are actually meant to shower?"