Page 3 of Wait for Him

One of RAG's more useful features is proximity. If both users have the setting enabled, the app shows active matches within the immediate area. It doesn't give an exact location because I'm kinky, not stupid, but close enough to know when someone interesting might be sharing the same restaurant, hotel, or bar.

And according to the little green pulse on my screen, someone compatible is online right now.

Very close.

Possibly in this bar.

I tap the notification and wait for the profile to load, expecting to swipe through another shirtless bathroom selfie or a man holding a fish for reasons I will never understand.

The picture appears.

My glass stops halfway to my mouth.

Well.

Fuck me.

I swipe to the next photo.

Then the next.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Golden-blond hair. A face that should probably require some kind of permit. His profile is sparse enough that I don't immediately hate him, and what he has filled out checks several boxes I haven't had checked in a very long time.

I lean back against the booth and take my time looking through the rest.

Fourteen months suddenly feels less like an interesting statistic and more like a personal emergency.

My gaze returns to his first picture.

Fuck. He is delicious.

Twenty-four.

A little younger than I usually go for, but nowhere near young enough to be disqualifying. Piercing blue eyes, full pink lips, and a five o'clock shadow I know with complete certainty would leave a glorious burn on my inner thighs.

I can work with twenty-four.

My profile says I'm twenty-six, which is a bald-faced fucking lie considering I'm turning thirty in a matter of weeks, but that's Future Rose's ethical dilemma. Present day Rose has been celibate for fourteen months and is rapidly losing interest in technicalities.

I click the heart before I finish the thought.

“We are going to head out.”

Tyler materializes at my elbow, holding the older man's hand and grinning like someone whose night just got considerably better than mine.

“Of course you are.”

“Don't stay down here too late. It's a school night, miss.” He waves in typical Tyler fashion, already halfway toward the door before I've had a chance to properly insult him.

The man with him gives me a slow once-over, openly adjusts his dick through his pants, and follows Tyler without saying a word.

I stare after them.

“Are all men douches?”

“Fuck 'em and leave 'em, babes. It's the only way.”

Jade drops back onto the stool beside me, looking pleasantly disheveled, her lipstick slightly smeared and her hair no longer arranged the way it was twenty minutes ago.