Walker told him that she would be attending the luncheon and that he could ride with her. "I hate to be nosey, Steve, but I am. What's up with you and...Gwen? Am I going to have a problem with my star attractions? Did you two quarrel?" I'm not comfortable talking about it, Ms. Walker," admitted Steve. "Let's just say that I played the fool in front of Gwen and her family. I was hoping that I'd get a free pass, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. She avoids me as much as possible, so. "Fine. One-fifty, but we do this my way. Get in, and tell me where we're going." In a flash, we were heading west toward the Tiki Motel. These cheap-ass motels were shit holes but they did have their own, peculiar charm. Though the furniture was often beat up and the carpet worn, the beds were soft enough to be comfortable. I enjoyed how the colored neon glowing through the drapes silhouetted passers-by as I savored the illicit fruits of my hunt. These rooms were distinctly cookie-cutter in. The biggest problem with Kyle was the way he made her feel. Every time she saw him she wanted to run her hands all over him and fuck him six ways to Sunday. She could keep her cool over the phone or Skype, but in person, it was game over. She was reduced from a twenty-five-year-old professional leading her department to a sixteen-year-old hormonal girl that couldn’t string words together. Every thought was about his dark hair, neatly trimmed beard, and overwhelming eyes. For someone who was. “Do I look sexy?”“I already told you, you look sexy,” I said.“Are you hard?”I wasn’t. She’d just wakened me. My brain still wanted to be asleep. I looked down.“Can’t you tell?” I asked, looking at the front of my briefs.“Why aren’t you hard?” she complained.“Give me a second,” I said. “I don’t spring to full hard-on every time you walk into the room.”“Don’t be mean to me,” she said.“Look,” I said. “It’s late. Just tell me what you want.”“I want you to be hard,” she said.“If you take off that.