What was helike?There weren’t enough curse words in the world. . .
Just then my phone buzzed and I looked down at it.
Come blow me before the plane takes off
“So, what doyoudo for work?” I asked Vermilion, even though I felt instant liquid heat flood through me.
My date babbled on eagerly, but I didn’t hear a word he said, skin crawling with arousal as I fought my urges.
I couldn’t bethathard up for sex. I had seen him a week ago. And I didn’thaveto be always available for him.
This one time, I could ignore his text. Why should I drop my nice date to go blow him?
Oh, sorry, I was busy, I could say.
Like he’d ever believe that.
When had I ever denied Kings anything?
How embarrassing for me. No flowers, no chocolate, no “I missed you when we were in fucking Pittsburgh.”
No need for any of that when his best friend would always drop everything for a quick, dirty fuck.
Maybe at least he’d double text, I thought desperately. Ask me again. Show some urgency. Maybe then it wouldn’t be so embarrassing.
But as the minutes stretched by. . . he didn’t.
That was all I was getting, apparently. That’s all I usually got.
U up?orDTF?
Let’s see. . . I could pursue something with this perfectly nice man who had brought me flowers or leave for a booty call with my permanently emotionally unavailable rock star best friend?
I’m out with someone, I forced my fingers to type.
There. I had done it. For once.
I had resisted a hookup. Look how mature I was.
My phone dinged again.
lol
I barely suppressed a yowl of irritation at him.
Cocky motherfucker. What kind of response waslol. Iwasout with someone.
A picture flashed on the screen
Fuck.
Lazy asshole was apparently somewhere in a bathroom, since the picture showed Kings in the mirror, one muscular arm pulling his T-shirt up so I could see his flat defined abs and the outline of a stupidly thick dick that was a massive bulge in his athletic pants.
I didn’t want him I didn’t want him I definitely wasn’t in love with him. . .
“I’ve got to go,” I said abruptly, almost stumbling to my feet.
“Oh—what?—”
