a good point. Just hurry over here. Tell George sorry if you had plans, but this trumps giving you a thousand orgasms before feeding you dinner.” I snorted as Cameron started to laugh again.
“You know I’m right.” I was getting tangled in my shirt, so I knew I had to put the phone down. “Just hurry. I’ve got less than two hours to get to the restaurant.”
“Fine.”
Before he could change his mind, I spoke as I turned on the shower. “Good. I don’t think I locked the door. Just let yourself in and come upstairs. I’ll be out of the shower by the time you get here.”
I hung up to his laughter ringing in my ear.
So I wasn’t as blasé as he’d been when George had asked him out…Maverick didn’t seem to mind my excitement.
Setting my phone on the counter, I untangled myself from my shirt and quickly stripped out of my clothes. When the water was warm enough, I jumped in and did a thorough cleaning. If I’d been judging things based on how my last dates had gone, I would’ve told myself that I was being overly confident about how the evening would go…but Maverick wasn’t like human guys.
He had the air of a guy who knew what he wanted and would go after it.
And he knew enough about BDSM to know what safewords were, so that was a very good sign.
By the time I’d finished in the bathroom, I heard Cameron coming up the stairs. As I wrapped a towel around me, he called out laughingly, “Do you know your keys were in the door?”
I shrugged as I came out to the bedroom. “No.”
He was still grinning as he hopped up on my bed. “So you probably don’t remember leaving your groceries in the car either?”
Shit.
Getting ready to race downstairs, I stopped as he called out. “I put them away.”
Relief rushed through me. “Thanks.”
He gestured toward my towel. “And while your new friend might appreciate the outfit, your neighbors won’t.”
Chuckling, I nodded. “Oh yeah, they’re definitely the blonde with big boobs type.”
Cameron grinned. “But it seems like your new guy likes something a little different.”
I sighed. “He said I smelled good and felt me up in the parking lot.”
Okay, it didn’t exactly sound romantic when I said it that way. I waved my hand as he started to laugh again. “You had to be there.”
“Remember my shower? I get it. Trust me.” His smile faded as he studied me. “But you know what you’re doing, right?”
“No idea.” I took a deep breath. “But I did my best to be honest with him. I remembered that he could smell me and it was so fucking hot I thought I would have a heart attack in the fucking parking lot. I’d be stupid to walk away from that.”
“Oh, I get it.” Cameron smiled, probably remembering his first date with George. “But I’m also in the best position to tell you to be careful. When they get serious…well…”
Nodding, I walked over to my dresser and grabbed the sexiest bikini briefs I owned. “I’m not that lucky, but I mentioned the bonding thing. So if I win the relationship lottery, he can’t say I didn’t warn him. But really, just because he thinks I smell good and he wants to make me come doesn’t mean I’ve been given an alien Dom on a silver platter.”
Heading into my small walk-in closet, I dropped the towel and pulled on the briefs. We were good friends, but he probably didn’t need to see me naked.
“What about the pants? Stretchy? Easy access? What am I going for here? Sexy or easy access cargo shorts?” Grabbing a tight black shirt that had a lot of stretch but looked great on me, I put it on then poked my head out of the closet. “Well?”
Cameron was back to worrying again. “What kind of signal do you want to send? That’s what you’ve got to figure out first.”
Trying not to sigh, because I knew he was just being nice, I answered honestly. “I want a Dom who takes me apart and puts me back together on a regular basis. As long as he’s not an asshole and doesn’t think twinks are morons, I’ll love obsessive and controlling. If he’s naughty and wants to do wicked things to me in semi-public places, I’ll happily chain myself in his basement.”
He worried too much and had forgotten what it was like to be single.
But I got a snicker out of him.