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“What are you doing today?” I asked, even though I knew he had something to do for work.
“Just some little stuff. I’m hoping to be home by nine tonight. What’s your schedule today?”
“I have a small pile of accounts to look into for Michael.”
“Have fun with that.” West snapped the lid on his coffee tumbler and walked toward me. “I’ll see you tonight.” He grabbed my ass and said, “Maybe tonight I’ll fuck the hell out of you and make you feel it tomorrow.”
West headed toward the garage as I hollered, “Are you feeling it today?”
“Yes, I am.” He hadn’t turned around but stretched his arm upward and flipped me off.
Once I got the notification that the garage door had closed, I headed to my home office to begin my digging. While I waited for the laptop to wake up, I sipped on my coffee and flipped to a blank page of my steno pad.
“Let’s find out some details about you, Skyler,” I said under my breath. I took one more sip from my mug and set it on the desk along with my phone.
First, let’s get your last name.
I started with getting into Edge’s system that housed the member profiles to grab Skyler’s last name. I wasn’t surprised that the security was bare bones on Edge’s site, and within moments I was in the database, scrolling through the photos of members. The butterflies fluttered around in my stomach the second I found Skyler’s picture.
“Skyler Diego,” I said under my breath.
I leaned back in the chair to admire the picture and stared unapologetically at him. I took a screenshot of his member profile page, including the picture, then cropped out everything with the exception of the photo and sent it to my phone.
He wore a confident smirk on his face, one that looked like he wanted to make sure he came off as a tough guy or was hard around the edges. West and I had seen that type of guy with our everyday jobs, and it usually annoyed the fuck out of me, but I didn’t mind it with Skyler. After seeing genuine tough guys daily, I could tell that Skyler was all bark and no bite.
The playful gleam in his eye told me he reserved that side—the playful side—for a select few. West and I wanted to be lucky enough to see that side of him. Hell, we wanted to be the men who pulled the playfulness out of him.
His jawline was a mix of masculinity and youthfulness. Though he wasn’t clean- shaven, I imagined it was a few days’ worth of hair growth. My guess was that he often kept the scruff so he’d look older and rougher. I smiled as I remembered how scruffy his face felt, but the hair wasn’t rough or abrasive. Yet.
I stared at him for a few long minutes, imagining how well he would fit in with West and me. Visually, Skyler did things to my body. Not only were the butterflies dancing around erratically, but my cock had stiffened and demanded attention. I unzipped my pants, reached into my boxer briefs, and took hold of my shaft. Leaning back in the chair, I pulled my shirt up so it wouldn’t get messed up while I jacked off to Skyler’s picture on the screen. I didn’t prolong anything and quickly came on my chest. That took the edge off for now, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d need more of Skyler. I sat upright as best as I could without making more of a mess and yanked a bunch of tissues out of the Kleenex box behind the laptop screen. As I cleaned the jizz off my chest and abdomen, I grew curious about the age gap.
“How old are you exactly?” I wondered out loud as I tossed the tissues in the trash can next to the desk. I scrolled below his picture and found the date of birth and did the math. “Okay, so twenty-four.” Not too bad. I didn’t feel like West and I were robbing the cradle at least. West was only eleven years older, and I was thirteen years older.
Working for Michael Alatorre at Black Diamond had afforded me access to nearly any system I wanted, or needed, access to. When looking up potential clients and partygoers of Michael’s, I had four systems that were tried and true. They always gave me a solid page or two of valid personal info that I needed in order to give Michael the approval or denial on whoever I was looking into. After the four systems had failed to feed me anything on Skyler, I leaned back in my chair and stared at the screen.
I was perplexed and a bit confused as to why I couldn’t find anything on Skyler while searching the routes that almost always turned something up. If I couldn’t locate info on someone using these methods, it typically meant the person was good at hiding and purposely trying not to be found. Those were the type of people I would advise Michael to steer clear of and not let into his resort parties or open a tab for. While common sense was telling me to listen to my own advice, my heart was telling me otherwise. There had to be some explanation.
“What are you hiding?” I murmured.
Determined to find out something on him, I moved on to the darker recesses of the web. I was immersed in searching and was startled when my phone vibrated on the desk with an incoming call. I pried my eyes away from the screen and was shocked to discover I’d been obsessively searching for hours, and now it was going on noon. I swiveled around in the chair to face the window while I answered the call from Sawyer. I didn’t want to be distracted by the screen when talking to him.
“What’s up, Sawyer?” I asked.
“Hey, Spence. Michael and I are in Denver for the afternoon. Want to grab lunch?”
“Yeah, that sounds great. Just tell me when and where.”
“We’re planning on stopping by my parents’ restaurant on Larimer.”
“I’m definitely down for that.”
“We’re on our way now, and I’ll let the hostess know you’re coming. I tried to reach West to see if he wanted to join us, but he didn’t answer.”
“He said he had some things to do for Michael today, so I imagine he’s occupied with that. I’ll grab my jacket and head over.”
“See you soon.”
As much as I would have rather continued on with my Skyler snooping, I knew better than to decline the invite to lunch with Michael and Sawyer. I closed down all the tabs on my laptop and powered it down before I went to change into something more appropriate to meet with Michael and Sawyer. I quickly put on some black slacks and a white button-down shirt, then slid a black sport coat on. I glanced at myself in the mirror once more and grabbed my key fob and wallet, then I was on my way.
