I should have just stopped to buy a coffee at the bodega around the corner, but I needed to cut back on my spending. I had just bought several yards of expensive wool I was going to use to make a Lady Sherlock outfit for the seamstress convention that fall.
I scrolled through my phone as the train trundled through the tunnel. There were a number of messages from Liz and several of my other brides with thoughts and comments on their dress designs. There was also a message from my sister.
Memphis Eve:I’m in New York for a TV casting call. Mom will be there. She wants to see you.
Memphis Eve:Maybe you can introduce me to some of your rich clients.
Memphis Eve:I don’t care if the men are engaged or not. I’m juggling three sugar daddies currently, but I’m looking for a long-term relationship now.
I scowled at the phone. My sister was shallow and money and image obsessed. Her Instagram feed was image after image of some new diet product she was hawking or an overly Photoshopped pose of her in some skimpy outfit. She was constantly hounding me for free lingerie or to hook her up with a rich man. I didn’t want to respond, but family was family.
Brea:Sure, let’s get together.
That was going to require not just coffee but alcohol. I could handle my sister twice a year at most. Hopefully she wasn’t going to be in New York that long.
I slipped on my earbuds. I had another thirty minutes of train ride before I could have my first cup of coffee. I drifted off on the sexy cloud of the deep voice of my favorite narrator.
“He parted her thighs, the glistening slit beckoning him.”
I could barely hear the audio.
“Crap, I hope my headphones aren’t dying too,” I muttered as I cranked up the volume. I couldn’t afford new headphones right now. I was trying to save to move out into my own apartment. It would take approximately twenty-five years and a global apocalypse to bring real estate prices down, but a girl could dream.
I cranked up the volume some more, pulled out a chocolate-caramel-chunk granola bar, and took a bite.
“He rammed his thick cock into her. She moaned as his large billionaire hands at the end of his seven-foot frame wrapped in her hair, holding her still as he spilled his billion-dollar load inside her.”
“‘I’m going to make you pregnant with my billionaire alien babies,’ he roared as he came.”
Well that was weird. What book had I actually downloaded?
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I shrieked and jumped, my flailing hand hitting a man in the face.
I looked up to see Mark rubbing his jaw and wearing a strangled expression.
“Brea…” he began.
“What is wrong with you? You can’t just surprise people!” I snapped, taking out my earbud.
“Uh, you uh…” He pointed.
“Yes, when a woman has her headphones in on the train, that means shedoes notwant to be disturbed,” I snapped at him. “It’s rude and sexist.”
“Er—yes but—”
“Chapter three!” my phone shrieked.
Oh fuck.
I looked around in horror. Surely that could not be my phone. My phone was safely connected to my headphones.
“He bit her tits with his perfect teeth as he flipped her over to plunder her hot pussy with his throbbing cock, the veins on it spiraling like a staircase in his world-renowned billion-dollar house. His cock jumped, almost waving to her clit, as she—”
“Crap! Crap!” I cursed. Several passengers laughed as I frantically turned the audiobook off.
Mark raised an eyebrow. I was beet red.
Stupid fucking phone! As soon as I get home, I’m putting you in a blender.
