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we’re just getting started.”
    “Another all-nighter, huh?” I pretended to
stagger and clutch my back. “You’re wearing me out.”
    “Bullshit.” She winked. “There has to be some
benefits to having a toy boy.”
    Loving how she never brought up our age
difference anymore except in jest, I pointed at my groin. “You seem
to enjoy the benefits of my toy just fine.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Don’t go getting a big
head.”
    “I thought you liked it that way.” I placed
her hand on my swelling cock to prove it.
    “God…” She sighed, gave me a gentle squeeze,
before half bounding-half sprinting up the stairs, stopping to
crook her finger at me. “Hurry up.”
    I didn’t have to be asked twice.
    We’d reached the top step when a pounding
sounded at the back door.
    “Who the hell’s that?” Whoever it was, I’d
kill them for their lousy timing.
    “Kye’s the only one who’d use the back
entrance after hours.” She made a cute exasperated sound akin to a
snort. “Think we can ignore it?”
    The pounding increased as Ellie’s mobile
started blaring its usual hard rock ringtone.
    “Guess not.” She looked as disappointed as I
felt. “I’ll go see what he wants.”
    “Let me go.”
    Because I knew for a fact guys talked less
and that meant I could get rid of Kye faster.
    She hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”
    “Won’t be long.” I captured her face in my
hands and kissed her. “Wait for me.”
    Her eyes widened, fear lurking in their
indigo depths. Guess that answered any unasked questions I may
irrationally contemplate about us being involved in any kind of
relationship beyond casual. I’d meant wait for me in the bedroom
but the way I’d said it had obviously triggered something for her.
Looked like Ellie waited for no man.
    “See you soon,” she murmured, turning away,
effectively shutting me down so I couldn’t probe.
    Torn between wanting to go after her and
getting rid of Finn as fast as I go, I chose the latter. The
mysterious Ellie and her secrets could wait until later.
    Zipping up my fly, I headed for the back
door. With my first day near-mugging fresh in my mind, I peered
through the barred glass window before opening the door.
    “Hey Kye, what’s up?”
    “I need a drink.” He pushed his way past me
and headed for the bar. By his wild-eyed expression, this could
take a while. Damn.
    I relocked the door and followed him.
“What’ll you have?”
    He sneered. “I’ll help myself.”
    I held up my hands in surrender and took a
seat at the bar, wondering what had happened to make Kye this edgy.
Maybe I should get Ellie after all.
    “You want anything?” Kye held up a whiskey
bottle after sloshing a double shot into his glass.
    “No thanks.”
    “Suit yourself.” He downed the drink in two
gulps and topped up twice, finally recapping the bottle much to my
relief.
    A drunk Kye would have to stay overnight and
for what I had planned with Ellie, I didn’t want guests.
    “Bad day?”
    “The fucking worst,” he said, sliding onto
the bar stool next to me. “I lost it on the court.”
    When he turned his head to stare at me, I
wished I’d had that shot of whiskey after all. Kye looked broken,
like he’d done more than throw a hissy fit while playing
tennis.
    “Never done that…” He swirled his drink while
staring into its depths. “Usually I burn off anger while I’m
playing but today, I had a shitfit to end all shitfits.”
    “Why?”
    He flinched, as if I’d physically flayed him.
“The dickhead I was playing in an interclub match knew about my
background. He started taunting me…” He downed his double shot and
slammed the glass on the bar. “I’ve put up with worse but…”
    I didn’t know whether to leave well enough
alone or if Kye wanted to talk more, but I’d never seen a guy look
so damned defeated so I settled for some gentle prodding.
    “But?”
    He glanced up from his glass, the bleakness
chilling his eyes making me want to turn up the