Uh we just kissed.
Sloan’s phone screen immediately flashed to black with an incoming call from her friend. Sloan hit ACCEPT just as quickly.
“Hey.”
“I’m sorry. You type too slow and this is too damn important. Tell me everything right now.”
“Well, after wanting to jump him all day long, I cracked and told him he wasn’t alone in his attraction to me. We agreed to play it by ear and then he decided to seal the deal with one hell of a kiss.”
“Oh, so it was good,” Xeni said with a sigh of relief. “Thank god. A guy that fine being a bad kisser would have been criminally unjust.”
“It would have made things a lot easier for me. He put the ball in my court and now I have to decide if I want this to stop at kissing or—”
“If you want him to break that back.”
“Yep.”
“I think we both know what’s going to happen here.”
“Do we?”
“You’re gonna try to hold off and then after like a week you’re gonna go mad with lust and throw yourself at him. Trust me. Once the pussy’s been activated and the juices start seeping into your brain, all reason goes right out the window.”
“You’re wrong.”
“You’re thinking about fucking him right now!”
“You’re wrong! Oh! I met his mom and his sister today. His step-mom. She’s Black. They were both super nice.”
“That’s great!”
It was almost hilarious that Rafe thought she might be put out by Gracie and Monica’s visit. Seeing the three of them interact with their gentle teasing only made him more appealing. And it made her feel better about hiring him. She’d spent most of the time telling Gracie about her unique undergrad experience. Before they left, Monica insisted that she was serious when she told Sloan not to be a stranger. They had only spent a short time together, but for the first time since she’d moved to L.A., her home felt full in a way that reminded her of being in her own mother’s home.
“Yeah, I don’t know. It made me miss my mom some. I should probably call her.”
“I’m sure Pauletta would like that,” Xeni said, her tone softening a bit. Thankfully she changed the subject. “So you kissed. You met his mom. I assume he’s still good with the girls?”
“He’s great with the girls.”
“So, when’s the wedding?”
“Hey, so listen. I gotta go. Early day tomorrow and all.”
“Yeah, yeah. I just wanna go on record as saying I told you so.”
“You told me what?”
“Oh, you’ll see. Have fun saving lives.”
“Bye.”
An hour later and Sloan was still buzzing from that kiss. WatchingMatch Made In Paradisewas not helping. Twelve attractive singles making out and binge drinking on an sprawling estate on the coast of Ibiza while competing for fifty thousand pounds only made her think more about having oddly intense hookups with a guy she’d just met. When Poppy and Jack got voted to spend a night alone in the Lovers’ Suite and the camera captured a steamy thirty seconds of them clearly having sex under the sheets, Sloan snapped. She picked up her phone and sent Rafe a text.
Are you still awake?
After the little DELIVERED notification popped up, she immediately wished she could take it back. What the hell was she thinking? Just as she geared up to give herself the berating of a lifetime, a text from Rafe popped up on her phone.
You just sent me a U Up? text.
