4. Ricky

I wasn't sure he would recognize me when I walked into the café wearing an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans. I looked nothing like I did at the club, but Chad's eyes instantly locked on to me, and I knew he knew.

It took all the courage I could muster just to approach the table and sit down, but I did it. Even though I was terrified that I was making a huge mistake.

But Chad seemed to know exactly what to say to put me at ease. When he brought up the topic of a private session, I was so grateful I didn't have to say the words out loud. It was hard enough to look him in the eye because my gaze was constantly drifting to his chest where I really wanted to get a closer look.

As excited as I was for my session, I needed to keep reminding myself that I was just a customer.

He was coming to see me because I was paying him to—not because he liked me. And that was okay.

I definitely wouldn't expect a gorgeous Daddy-type like Chad to be interested in a scrawny number nerd like myself. I just hoped I didn't become addicted. His private rate wasn't cheap, and if it was even a fraction as good as I was imagining it would be, I might have to take out a second mortgage on my house.

"All right, Ricky. Snap out of it. Time to focus." I opened up my laptop and ignored the four tabs of social media pages I had open up to low-key stalk Chad. Okay, it was high-key stalking. Very high-key.

As in, I accidentally liked every photo in his feed, and I left at least half a dozen heart reactions to his selfies. The man posted a lot of selfies. And why shouldn't he? He was everything a man should be…and even had something special that a guy like me never even dreamed possible.

"Focus, Ricky." Right! Back to ignoring Chad's pictures as I expanded the spreadsheet to full screen.

I'd already figured out that the cash deposits went down five out of seven days a week over the past several months, and one of two employees was always working on those dates. Which made it easy to narrow down the embezzler for my medspa client.

But what I wasn't sure of was how much was taken. That required a much deeper dive into all the services performed each day based on an entirely different database. But that was where I shone.

And in a strange turn of events, or maybe it was kismet, the client Chad was making a delivery to was my medspa client. He mentioned being at the coffee shop because he had a delivery down the street. Which got me wondering how many other clients I might've had that could benefit from the delivery side of his service.

Not that I had any reason to want him out of the "personal house call" business. Maybe I could win the lotto and buy him exclusively. And then, I would be the only one who could ever taste his skin.

"Focus already, dammit." I opened up the service logs for the first location and began the arduous task of matching receipts to employees to services.

Never a dull moment in the world of forensic accounting. And I didn't mean that ironically.

I actually thrived on that stuff.

Chad told me to dress comfortably for our session.

One outfit came to mind when I thought about being truly comfortable, but I wasn't sure it was appropriate. Then again, he said he liked it. So, after debating with myself for almost an hour, I put on my sailor pajamas and slipped a pair of sweats and a hoodie over it.

They were ready to reveal if the moment was right, but hidden if it didn't feel appropriate.

I didn't wanna make things awkward between us, especially if there was even the slightest chance of making this an ongoing arrangement. If I could pick up a side hustle, maybe delivering meals or groceries on the weekends, I could totally pay for one or two sessions with him every week.

But I was getting ahead of myself. I hadn't even had one session yet. What if I didn't like it? Maybe it would be weird and awkward and I would never want to do it again.

Before I could get too far into my head, the doorbell rang.

It was him. We were really gonna do this.

I took a deep breath and opened the front door, pulling out as much courage as I possibly could to get through the next hour. When I saw how good he looked, I just stood there and stared.

"Hi, Ricky." He took a step back and slipped his hands in his pockets. "Is this still a good time?"

"Yeah. Come in." I hesitated for another second before stepping out of the way so he could follow me inside.

Chad closed the door behind me and turned the deadbolt.

A flash of anxiety went through me because he locked the door, but then I realized the door needed to be locked. I would never be able to relax if I knew somebody might walk in on us. Not that anyone would ever walk into my house, but I still appreciated the gesture. "Thank you."

He took a few steps into the entryway and then kicked off his shoes, looking at me and waiting for directions.

From me? I was supposed to tell him what to do next? "Um, how do we do this?"

Chad took one look at the way I was trembling and spread open his arms. "If you're comfortable with it, I'd like to start with a hug. You look like you could use it."

I swallowed hard and nodded, stepping right up into his embrace. His arms instinctively closed around me, and mine wrapped around him too. Inhaling deeply against his shoulder brought me a sense of security I needed. I was feeling better already. "Thanks," I whispered.

"Would you like to have a seat on your sofa?"

I nodded and pointed toward the living room.

Chad reached for my hand, and when I placed mine on top of his, he slowly walked me over to the couch. "Do you have a preference to be on one side or the other?"

I shook my head, feeling more comfortable without having to use words.

"How about I sit down and you can maybe rest your head on my lap while we talk for a little while. Is that okay?"

My eyes were locked on his again as I nodded and lowered my hand in front of my crotch to hide the fact that I was beginning to get hard.

If Chad noticed my hand, he didn't acknowledge it. He just sat down in the corner of the couch and put one of the throw pillows over his lap. "If you'd like, I can tell you a story."

I bit my lower lip and nodded eagerly as I sat down beside him, facing the back of the couch before I slowly lowered my head onto the pillow over his lap.

Chad's fingers brushed through the top of my hair, combing it to the side so it was out of my face as I looked up at him.

My eyes jumped between looking at his chest and his face, but mostly I kept sneaking glances at his chest, knowing what was hidden beneath his button-down shirt.

He even smelled really good as I scooted a tiny bit closer to him.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy who set off in a sailboat to find pirates…"