"Maybe I will," my best friend says, grinning at the elderly lady who absolutely has no business trying to talk her into this. She's seventy!
Mrs. Braithewaite actually winks at her before Loralei claps her hands, getting everyone back on track. At least, she tries. But let's be honest. We're discussing a book about a woman falling in love with a spanking machine. There is only one track here. It leads straight to hell.
At least the place will be full of readers just like us, though.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out, smiling when I see Jasper's name.
Jasper: I hope you're having fun at Dirty Book Club, baby girl. Don't forget to call when it's over so I can start dinner for you.
My heart flutters. God, he's so damn good to me. Even before we slept together, he was good to me. Maybe I'm an idiot because I always just assumed it was because I was Olive's friend. I never, ever let myself dream that it was for any other reason.
But I fell for him, partly because of the way he's always treated me. Even when I froze up and didn't speak, even when I stuttered through every sentence or fled the room, he wasgoodto me.
When you've never had that, and suddenly you do, all you want to do is glut yourself on it.
Me: Book Club is interesting. I promise I won't forget. I think we're almost done.
Jasper: What book are you discussing tonight?
Me: Spankotron 3000.
Jasper: … Do I even want to know?
I bite my lip, laughing to myself.
Me: Probably not. It's about a woman who falls for a spanking machine she buys from a sex shop.
Jasper. JFC. This is a book?
Me: Blame Jazz. She picks what we read.
Jasper: Did you like it?
Me: It was interesting.
Jasper: Yeah? What parts?
I squirm a little, not sure I want to answer that. I think he knows it because three little dots appear before I can even decide what to say.
Jasper: Was it thought of being pleasured and punished at the same time?
Me: Yes.
Jasper: You want to feel Daddy's hand on your ass while he's making you come, baby girl?
I bite my lip, my whole body clenching with desire.
Me: Yes.
Jasper: Good girl.
"Who has you smiling like that, dear?" Mrs. Braithewaite asks, her voice popping my little bubble of bliss.
I startle, glancing up to find everyone staring at me. My face catches fire. I quickly shove my phone back into my pocket, my gaze darting to Olive.
She's watching me intently, this terrifying little smile on her face.
"Um…I…wrong number," I squeak.
