I kept my mouth shut, but I added it to the ever mounting pile of questions I had for Playboy.
*
Playboy
Was this how I usually spent my Monday nights?
Hell no.
Did I like it, though?
Fuck yes.
The banter flowed between Raelyn and me, and before I knew it, I had drank a six pack and it was half past eleven. We had watched three episodes of this weird ass show, and she had knocked out ten minutes ago.
Her head was resting on the back of the couch, and her face was tipped toward me. Her glasses were crooked, and long lashes brushed her cheeks.
I had heard people talk about natural beauty before, but I had never seen it. At least, not until I had met Raelyn. Her sweet innocence mixed with her fierce need to find her sister made me see her for more than what met the eye. Though what met the eye was fucking stunning.
I didn’t need to come over tonight. I could have easily texted her that I hadn’t found anything out yet, but I needed to come here to see if what I felt for her was still the same. Had I just been taken by the fact she was different than all of the other girls I had been with? She hadn’t thrown herself at me, but she had offered herself to me if I helped find her sister.
There was an attraction between us. I could feel it, and I knew she could, too. The thing that surprised me was she didn’t throw herself at me. When she had gone to change her clothes, I thought for sure she was turning into every other girl and was going to walk out in some skimpy shit.
Yeah, that didn’t fucking happen. She walked out looking like she was ready for bed…and not bed as in fucking. Bed as in ready to fall the fuck asleep until morning.
I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
What the fuck was I doing here?
Raelyn wasn’t my type of girl. She deserved shit a hundred times better than I could ever give her. Just look at the fucking house she lived in.
A nice fucking neighborhood, manicured lawns, and a house too good for me to even step foot in. I was a cocky fucker who would never admit that someone was better than me, but a blind man could see I wasn’t good enough to talk to Raelyn, let alone sit on her couch and watch her sleep.
But she wanted me here. She invited me in. Shared a meal with me and didn’t once act like she wanted me to leave. As long as she wanted me here, I wasn’t going to leave. I was a selfish bastard, and I was going to take every second she wanted to give me.
*
Chapter Five
Raelyn
The biker dude...
“You look like you had a good night.”
I dropped my purse on my desk. “Uh, I do?” I had walked in the door and headed straight to my work area. I had no idea what Leona was talking about.
“That smile on your face.” Leona grabbed her coffee cup from under the coffee maker and set mine under it. She popped in another pod and closed the lid.
I frowned. “What smile?”
Leona laughed. “The one you just wiped off of your face.” She pressed the start button and leaned against the counter.
She and I were the only two who worked in the office. Partly because the office wasn’t that big. Post and Boomer, our bosses, tended to be on site for all of the jobs and rarely actually came into the office for more than a few minutes to drop off a list of things they needed or something. We had a small area right by the door for the rare walk-ins, a kitchen area to the left of Leona’s desk, and then my desk sat on the opposite wall. Post and Boomer had desks, but they were pushed to the back and piled high with samples and what not.
I plopped down in my chair and sighed. I had been smiling, and the reason for that smile was Playboy. He had left by the time I woke up this morning, but the text he had sent me on the way to work put the smile on my lips.
7:30. See you tonight.
Yeah, I was going to see him again tonight. I know he had said he was heading to the club tonight to ask around about Billie Jean, so I figured I was going along.
And, I also had his phone number now. The number no one had except for his club buddies.
“Just decided to have a good morning.” I turned on my computer and flipped open my schedule book for the day. “And I had Dough’s last night. You know how good their pizza is.”
Leona grabbed my cup of coffee and splashed some creamer in. “Well, I guess you’re right. Good pizza can be the replacement for sex if you’re desperate.”
“Leona,” I laughed. “I wasn’t talking about sex.”
She set my coffee on my desk and folded her arms over her chest. “Girl, we are both single. The lack of sex is always on our minds.”
I grabbed my cup and took a sip. “Speak for yourself.”
“Oh, is that so? You have a new man I don’t know about or did you get a new toy?” She wagged her finger at me. “You know you better give me the link to buy my own or we’re gonna fight.”
I rolled my eyes. “No new toy.” B.O.B. was doing his job just fine.
“Then I’m gonna need all of the details on the man who seems to be keeping you satisfied.”
I set my cup down and typed in my password to get started on my work for the day. Leona and I had the run of the office, but we still had work to do. Though, Leona seemed to always find time in her schedule to chit chat for a while, whether it be with me or her family on the phone.
“There aren’t any details.” I hadn’t told Leona Billie Jean was missing. The more people I told about her being missing, the more real it made it feel. I just needed Playboy to help me find her, and I could stop worrying.
“Raelyn,” she whined. “I know something is going on with you.”
There was no way she could know anything. “There isn’t anything.” I did not need to tell her about Playboy. No way, no how.
She leaned forward and splayed her hands on my desk. “I drove by your house last night,” she said slowly.
Uh oh.
“I had to turn around and drive by again because I couldn’t believe what I saw.”
Double uh oh.
“You can only imagine how shocked I was when I saw a motorcycle sitting in front of your house. Luckily, by the time I turned around, there was a god damn man standing on your front porch smoking a cigarette.” She turned around and cupped her hands around her mouth. “A man smoking a cigarette,” she shouted to the empty office. She whirled back around. “Give. Me. The. Details,” she demanded.
“It’s nothing,” I insisted. At least, it wasn’t yet.
“Raelyn, it has been eleven months and thirteen days since a man has looked my way, let alone plundered my woman cave. Even if the guy just stopped to ask for directions, I’m gonna need to know what happened every single time. If it’s really juicy, I might have to get my desk toy out and head to the bathroom.”
“Leona!” I gasped. “You better not have a B.O.B. in your desk!”
She shrugged and folded her arms over her chest. “I’m not saying I do, but I’m not saying I don’t.”
“There’s something majorly wrong with you,” I muttered.
“Yeah,” she shouted. “I haven’t had a good dicking in almost a year. Now spill the beans about motorcycle dude.”