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two of us here.”
    “Okay.” I roll my shoulders and relax my neck like we used to do in voice class. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are, up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky….”
    His eyebrows curve, a tentative smile building on his lips. I think I’ve shocked him. “Wow. You managed to do a jazzy rendition of ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’ I’m very impressed.”
    “Thanks. A couple of friends growing up had a small band they put together in high school and they wanted me to be the lead singer, but,” I scowl, my parents an unwelcome intrusion into my mind, “my mom and dad were completely against it. Anyway,” I add, brushing it off, “now I just sing for fun. Writing and singing, those are my things. So what about you? What do you do?”
    He hesitates, as if he actually has to try to remember. It strikes me as odd. “I’m… a developer for a software company. Nothing too exciting,” he remarks, looking off into the distance. “It’s pretty boring stuff.”
    I can instantly tell this isn’t a subject he’s too interested in talking about, so I drop it.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    ~Hunter~
     
     
     
    I’m a liar.
    Let me rephrase that. I’ve become a liar. I wasn’t always one, but when you have issues trusting women to begin with, and can’t determine whether someone is interested in you or your money, you lie. Or at least, I lie.
    I’m not a developer at a software corporation. I own the whole fucking company. My worth is almost a hundred million dollars but I can’t tell Autumn that. When she looks at me with those intense blue eyes, there’s a slight stabbing at my gut, but the guilt isn’t enough to make me tell her the truth. She seems to like me, or maybe she just likes fucking me. Either way, I’m not telling her who I really am.
    “So have you always lived in New York,” she asks, as I begin lightly tracing patterns on her thigh. She shivers, and it makes me smile. I love how my touch affects her. Although, who am I kidding, my dick got hard the moment I laid eyes on her.
    She’s not like the women I’m used to, flashy and overbearing. There’s an innocence about her and it’s a welcome change. I’ve become too accustomed to dating women who remind me of my mother. A bitter taste makes its way up my throat. There’s something very sick about that, especially since my hatred for her runs so deep.
    “Yes, I’ve always lived there,” I reply, “I’m a city boy born and bred.” My fingers inch their way up her supple skin and she squirms, her toes clawing at the sheets. “Autumn,” my voice lowers, “you like my hands on you, don’t you sweetheart?”
    Her throat moves on a soft swallow and she peers up at me from the corner of her eye, a breathy response floating from her lips. “Yes,” she admits softly, her answer almost a whimper, and my cock twitches in response. I want inside her pussy again.
    There’s a knock on the door that interrupts our moment. “Saved by room service,” I tease, before throwing the covers over her deliciously naked body. She giggles from underneath and my lips curl.
    She’s adorable.
    I slide my t-shirt over my head and let the guy in who, from the big lump underneath the covers, probably thinks I’ve committed some sort of crime. He rolls the cart in with our feast and I realize Autumn was right. I ordered enough food for an army.
    After giving him a generous tip, I close the door behind him and Autumn throws off the covers. “It’s boiling under here. Hurry up with that food before I pass out again.”
    My eyes thicken and I glare at her. Ever since my father died of a heart attack in front of me when I was sixteen years old, the sight of someone falling to the ground makes my chest ache.
    I miss him. He’s the one person in my life who let me, be me. He’d certainly be bowled over if he could see me now.
    When I was young, I wanted to be a fireman, probably like every other little