Page 9 of Forty Day Fiancé (Sassy in the City 3)
She sounded breathless, like she was walking.
“I wanted to let you know you forgot your tablet here. Give me your address and I’ll bring it to you.”
“I did?” I could hear her rustling around. “Well, shit. I live in Washington Heights but I’m not even home yet, so don’t worry about it tonight.”
“Where are you?”
“Just passed Forty-second.”
“You’re only halfway home, then. Do you want to wait for me somewhere and I’ll bring it to you?” I was worried she wasn’t going to have what she needed for other clients. I wasn’t worried about me. I’d been waiting ten years, I could wait another week.
“No, no, it’s fine. Thanks. Oh, can I ring you back? My roommate is calling.” Felicia sounded frazzled.
“Sure. Talk to you soon.”
I ended the call. “You can stay. She’s not even home, so she doesn’t want me to bring it.”
“Good, because I wasn’t leaving.” Sean put his feet on my coffee table.
“You are not the company I want tonight,” I said wryly. “Now take this tablet away from me before I read any more of her texts.”
Too late. One popped up on the screen.
I should have gone back to his flat and begged him to go down on me.
I groaned and tossed the tablet toward Sean. “Fuck.”
“Damn,” he said.
I couldn’t take it. I had to let her know I could see the texts.
So I sent her a text of my own.
You should have.
Should have what?
Come back to my apartment. No begging necessary. I would have gone down on you.
The bubble came up, then disappeared. Then she sent a head exploding emoji.
I smiled. My phone rang.
It was Felicia.
Three
Reading Michael’s text had made my heart jump into my throat and both my hands come off the pole I was clinging to on the subway. I needed to go back and reread my texts from the group message with my girlfriends. Oh my God. It was exactly what I had said.
And meant.
How the bloody hell could Michael know that?
I was mortified. I was embarrassed. I was very, very turned on.
So I rang him.
“Hi, Felicia.”
