Admit it, you wouldn’t mind if Carter was here, sticking his tongue down your throat.
And why shouldn’t he be here? Reed threw down his cleaning rag with a frustrated growl. For six months they’d been seeing each other and practically had sex on a public dance floor—why the hell should he be so worried about sending the man a damn text?
That odd text he’d received by mistake confirmed to Reed what he’d suspected from the beginning. No matter what he said, Carter either didn’t want anyone to know he was gay, or he was still married. Perhaps the time had come for Reed to delve a bit deeper into Carter’s life. But first, to hell with Carter making all the rules. If he wanted to text him, he would.
Shaking his head over his own stupidity, Reed pulled his phone out of his pocket, and before he could talk his way out of it, sent a simple text to Carter.
Hey, what’s up?
When the phone remained silent after several minutes, Reed shoved it back inside his pants, only to pull it right back out when he felt the buzz in his pocket.
Reed? What’s wrong?
Therein lay the problem. Why should Carter think something was wrong if he texted?
Nothing. I felt like saying hi to you.
Oh. Hi.
Carter’s great conversational skills obviously didn’t translate over to texting.
What are you up to? I’m at work, and it’s crazy busy.
So how do you have time to text?
Wiseass. Reed grinned, and his fingers flew over the keypad.
Because I get a break, dumbass, and I wanted to spend it with you instead of watching couples make out.
I’m in bed.
Alone?
Shit. Reed’s fingers hovered over the phone. Did he really ask that?
I’m talking to you, aren’t I?
That doesn’t answer the question, though.
You’re right.
Bastard. Reed worried his bottom lip and stared at the phone. When it seemed nothing further was coming, he slipped the phone back into his pocket only to pull it right out again and send the message he’d wanted to for a while.
Why are you playing this fucking stupid game?
The text was read and in a minute his phone lit up with a call.
Carter.
“What is it?”
“Your text sounded angry.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “How can a text sound angry?”
“Trust me. You haven’t spoken with pissed-off clients. Remind me to show you one day.”
“Yeah, well, I need to get back to work.”
