Page 32 of The Lie

My eyebrows shoot up so high I’m surprised they don’t hit my hairline. “Like you’d pay a sex worker?”

His expression hardens instantly. “I’ve never paid for sex in my life, Poppy.”

I drop my clothes onto the bed, pluck my underwear from the pile, and shimmy into them. “I don’t even have time for a shower,” I grumble. “I’m going to have to walk around all day smelling like sex.”

A smirk tugs on Bennett’s lips as he rolls onto his back, tucks his hands behind his head, and watches me like I’m his own personal entertainment. “I’m not opposed to you walking around with my cum inside you, sweetheart.”

My mouth falls open. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

He chuckles, throwing back the covers and rising from the bed. My greedy eyes track his every move.

This man is utter perfection. From his tussled bed hair, to that face, the body, and his big, fat cock that sits heavily between his legs.

I wish I didn’t have to go to work so I could spend the morning in bed, lost in everything that is him.

When Bennett reaches me, he leans in, places a soft kiss on my forehead, then slaps my arse, making me yelp in surprise.

“Get dressed, babe. I’ll drop you off at work on my way home.”

Babe.

I know last night came with no promises of more, so why am I already looking for signs that there will be?

Once I’m dressed, I head into the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face, and run a brush through my hair before pulling it into a high ponytail.

By the time I enter the kitchen, I find Bennett dressed and holding a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand. “Here,” he says, handing it to me. “You can drink this in the car.”

It’s these little things that he does that warm my heart the most. He quietly takes care of me, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The drive to my cleaning job is quiet. When we arrive at the office block, Bennett pulls up to the kerb, puts the car in park, and turns in his seat to face me. “Can I pick you up from work tonight?”

“I don’t finish until ten.”

“I don’t like you catching a bus home at that time of night.”

“I’ve been doing it for years.”

“I know, but you don’t have to do that anymore.”

“It’s late.”

“I don’t care,” he says, grabbing his phone out of the centre console and passing it to me. “Put your number in here so I can text you later and get the address.”

I do as he asks, and when I hand it back to him, his thumb moves over the screen. A few seconds later, I hear my phone ding in my backpack. “I know I left my business card at your place, but I’m not sure if you kept it. I text you just in case.”

“I kept it,” I admit as heat creeps up my cheeks.

A smile curves his lips. “Good to hear.”

I reach for my backpack at my feet. “I should get going, I’m already late.”

He leans towards me and brushes his lips against mine. “I’ll see you tonight, beautiful.”

Beautiful.

“Okay.”

I climb out of the car and sling my backpack over my shoulder. My eyes meet his as I close the door, and when he winks at me, I swoon a little inside. This man is off-the-charts hot.