“I’m not letting you win, asshole.”
Yet it still wasn’t enough. I know that if he gave me his cock, I would have a real orgasm, the life-ruining kind that could make you fall for Mr. Absolutely Not.
He’s spreading my legs again, and I’m wondering if maybe I’ve made a horrible mistake, when my phone lights up on the nightstand, the FaceTime app ringing.
I glance over.
Unknown Number.
Panic sets in, chasing away the floating, drugged-up post-sex haze. “It’s him,” I choke out before I can stop myself.
34
MANDY
Suddenly, being locked up safe and sound in Salinger’s penthouse is how I want to spend the rest of my life.
Maybe my stalker kidnapped my sister, and that was a fake text message she sent earlier. Poor Lauren. This is all my fault. I never should have left her at the club.
“Finally, I got you.” Salinger pounces on the phone.
“Lord, take me now!” screams a familiar voice.
I gasp. “Oh god, Gran!”
It takes Salinger a second to register that he is not, in fact, about to ruin my stalker but instead is shirtless on a video call with my grandmother. At least he’s wearing pants, which is more than I can say for yours truly.
I scramble to hide behind him, limbs still shaking from the orgasms and from the panic.
Gran’s face peers out of the phone screen.
“Who is this? Mandy? Are you watching porn? Are you using the dildo I gave you? Moara swears by it, but keep it away from your dog. Nancy’s dachshund got ahold of hers and chewed it up. Two-thousand-dollar vet bill, can you believe it?”
“Hang up, Salinger,” I hiss at him.
“I’ll let you get back to it!” Gran gives me a thumbs-up. “I just wanted to call so you have my new number. I’m back onto Facebook. God is good.”
“Great, Gran—I’ll put your new number in my phone. Have a good evening. See you tomor—”
“Is that my daughter? Mandy, can you please comb your hair? Did you wash your face today? You look shiny.” My mother’s voice gets louder as she approaches the phone. “Who is that man in there? I’d say use protection, but I’d really love a grandchild not related to Kenny.”
“There’s a man in the phone? A real man? Where are my glasses?” Gran disappears from the screen as my mother’s face peers out at me where I’m peeking over Salinger’s shoulder.
“Did you hear?Mandy has a boyfriend, and he doesn’t have a shirt,” I hear in the background.
“Good evening, Mrs. Miller,” Salinger says.
“Hang up the phone,” I beg.
“Salinger, is that you? I told you to call me Gale. Mandy, you can’t hang up on your own mother. I haven’t talked to you all week.”
“Now we know why.” Gran is back. “Take a screenshot. I wanna post this on Facebook.”
I can’t wrestle my boss for the phone because I am completely naked. “Mom, don’t let her take any screenshots.”
“Nonsense, Mandy. You remember Linda? I ran into her at Target, and you should have heard her brag about the man her daughter is dating. This will shut her up.”
“I can’t get this dang phone to work. Patrick!” my grandmother bellows to my father. “Patrick, how do I take a screenshot?” She disappears again.
