An hour later, my eyes hurt from filing reports, but the filing system I’ve created on my computer to save every single detail is done.
There is still more for me to do, but I’m definitely on a break.
I grab my phone just to be sure Daisy is still doing okay, when I see a text from Dutton.
My heartbeat quickens as I smile, tucking my legs under me to settle into the couch and read what he says. He never texts me during the day, and it’s not even lunch yet.
Dutton
What is knife play?
I gasp and drop my phone onto the couch cushion in front of me.
No. No. No. No. He actually started reading the book.
I look to my left and then to my right as if there is someone else here with me I can talk to about this. My heart pounds faster and faster, and nervous, anxious, excited tears prick at my eyes.
Then I start laughing.
“This would happen. He would keep his word and read this book,” I say to the empty living room.
How do I respond to this? Obviously, I have to. Dutton and I might not know everything about each other, but I know enough that if I don't respond now, he’ll message me again, and if I still don’t say anything, he will ask me in person.
Texting, where he can’t see how rosy my cheeks most definitely just became, is the route I need to go with.
I’m also choosing the unbothered route.
Dutton wants to broach the subject of sex through text.
Challenge accepted.
My phone buzzes again.
Dutton
Jesus, Books. Are you into this kind of kink?
I’ll get to the topic in a moment, but I let this new nickname soak in.
Books.
I’m still in love with it.
I scrunch my nose as I think of a reply, but Dutton sends another text and another in rapid fire.
Dutton
Wait. Don’t answer that.
Dutton
No. Do.
Dutton
Is it just a book obsession?
Dutton
