Page 13 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

I let out a low chuckle. “You’ve got to be kidding. You’re a talented musician. I love your songs.”

Hartford shakes his hand next. “Hi, Mr. Collins. It’s an honor to meet you. I love your song, ‘Down By The Bayou.’”

“Thank you,” the older man says. Rigsby Collins exudes a blues singer vibe with weathered lines etched into his face and a lifetime of soul radiating from his pores. This man has definitely lived a life, and he’s the last person I’d ever expect to see at a community munch. Or maybe he’s the exact type of man who’d be here.

I have to admit, most everyone here isn’t what I expected.

Rigsby glances at Hartford, taking in her outfit. “You two must be into age play.” He winks as he tips his fedora at us. Yes, the man has a style all his own, complete with a fedora.

“I read a few things about that. Is that like Daddy stuff?” Hartford sounds so innocent, and I try to imagine her calling me Daddy.

I honestly think it would be too awkward if she ever tried.

“Doesn’t always have to be about that. Paxton could be the grumpy professor and you the naughty student,” Natalie says with a wink to Hartford. “I love playing a bratty student.”

I picture Hartford leaned over a desk, and me spanking her plump ass with a ruler. Her soft brown eyes glazing over with desire as I punish her for being a brat during class.

Fuck, now I’m getting a hard-on right here at this munch.

“Why don’t we get food?” I choke out.

Hartford nods. “Okay, sure.” She glances at the group. “It was so great meeting all of you.”

They all say their goodbyes, and we walk toward the food buffet.

“Are you okay?” Hartford asks while we snag a couple of plates.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Your eyes went someplace else for a minute there. What were you thinking about?”

I can’t lie to this woman. But can I tell her what I was thinking about? Doesn’t hurt to try. “I was thinking about what they were saying.”

“About me as a naughty schoolgirl?” She plops a bread roll onto her paper plate.

“Yeah,” I breathe out.

“Do you think you’d be into something like that?”

I run my hand along the back of my neck as I hold my paper plate with my other hand. “I don’t know. But this isn’t about what I’d be into. This is about learning everything we can about BDSM.”

She blinks up at me, and the way the sun shines off her auburn hair, making it look a whole shade lighter, makes my chest ignite in flames.

She’s downright fuckable today.

I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but damn, she’s fucking hot.

Jealousy rages through me when that motherfucker who was eyeing her earlier walks up to us and tells her she’s the prettiest woman here today.

It pisses me off that I didn’t tell Hartford first that she was the prettiest woman here today. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

Hartford blushes, and more rage rushes through my veins. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, thanks buddy for stating the obvious,” I say, stepping closer to Hartford.

“Name’s Bryan. You’d be perfect for a scene I’m looking to try out.”

Is this dude for real?