Chapter 4

He sometimes wondered what had happened to Charlie. Not that he was going to ask. He kept things impersonal. That way there were no complications. Ricky hated anything getting in the way of his ambitions. Having an albatross around his neck, be it male or female, would do just that.

Nope, keep it simple. Good time in the sack and then move on.

But he hadn’t moved on when it came to Charlie. Somehow the man had gotten under his skin. Undoubtedly, he figured, because Charlie was so eager to please. All Ricky had to do was cock his finger—figuratively—and the guy came running.

Of course any woman he knew would do the same. Not the men though. They were in it for the short term just as he was. Fuck and move on. Name of the game.

“Ricky, are we going to get out of here?” Belinda asked.

“Sure, you can leave any time you want.”

“I said ‘we,’” she replied, pouting. “You promised we’d go back to your place for a nightcap.” She winked.