“Anything good?”
“My friend recommended it, so I’m thinking it will be.”
“What’s it about?”
The laugh escapes my lips, and I decide,What the hell?So, I go for it.
I cover my face with my hand as I whisper, “A sex club.”
“Oh,” he drawls. “You read dirty books. Man, I’m seeing a whole new side of you.”
“Hey! It’s contemporary romance. And, yes, most couples—minus us right now—have sex. So, yes, it explains the sex but—”
“Whoa, no judgment here,” he cuts me off. “And believe me, we will rectify our little issue very soon.”
I can’t help but giggle. “Our issue?”
“Yes, because, right now, it’s an issue. A huge issue. And, um”—he pauses, and I can hear him rustling around—“it’s getting bigger, the more we talk about it.”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Do you have a growing problem over there?”
“Oh no problems in that department. Only problem I have is that you’re there while I’m here.”
I sigh. “Yeah, I’m definitely here. All alone.”
“Why don’t you read me something from that little book you have there since you don’t have to worry about anyone around you hearing?”
My eyes widen.Can I really do that?
“Um, I’m not …”
“What? You’ve never had phone sex before?” His voice drops an octave, making my mouth water.
“From reading a book? No.” I giggle some more.
“Have you ever done it at all?”
I exhale and admit, “No.”
“Even better. Why don’t you read me something dirty?”
“Well, I was getting to a scene when the phone rang actually.”
“See, it’s like I knew your brain was saying,Gosh, I wish I could fuck Drew right now.”
A sharp inhale enters my chest as my core tightens.
“Nice to know I hit the mark,” he says. “Now, tell me what happened up until the part you’re at?”
“There’s a girl, Kamii, who lost her husband and has become a bit of a workaholic. She meets a girl named Becca, who is this outgoing, crazy girl, and she wants to bring Kamii out of her shell. I just got to the part where Becca is taking Kamii to the club for the first time.”
“And what kind of club is it again?” he asks, and I can tell he’s trying to get me to say it.
“A sex club,” I say and then decide if we’re going to do this, I’m jumping all in. “But even better … it’s an anonymous sex club.”
“Anonymous?”
“Yes. They don’t use real names, and they wear masks, so it’s supposed to be sex with strangers. It’s based out of San Francisco too. Maybe we can look for one when all of this is over …”
