Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Hallie and Luna adore you,” I said. “They’re probably pressuring Dex to get a move on.”
“Maybe,” Winnie said, laughing. “They do keep asking me if my cat and I can move in with them and their cat.”
I laughed. “If I were you, I’d dig out that old file folder.”
“Okay, enough. Don’t jinx me.” Winnie picked up her beer and took a drink. “Let’s talk about your love life.”
“Uh, it’s nonexistent.”
“Is not,” Felicity said, her eyes flashing with mischief. “I heard you had a hot one-night stand with a mysterious stranger in a hotel room last month. And there was spanking involved.”
I glared at Winnie. “Gee. Wonder where she might have heard that.”
“You know I can’t keep secrets!” Winnie protested. “Especially between us three. Neither of you should tell me things you don’t want the other to know.”
“So it’s true?” Felicity prodded. “It really happened?”
“It’s true. It really happened. And I would have told you sooner, but I’ve hardly seen you since I got back. I’ve been so busy at work.”
“So tell me now.” Felicity propped her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. “Who was he?”
“His name is Zach Barrett. He works private security out of San Diego, but he was in New York on business. He’s forty-seven.” I put my hands up. “That’s honestly all I know.”
“What did he look like?” Felicity asked.
“Tall, dark, and handsome, beard, tattoos, big hands, magic dick,” Winnie answered breathlessly.
Felicity’s jaw dropped. “Really?”
I laughed and nodded. “Really.”
“And. And . . .” Winnie was bouncing around in the booth like a pinball. “He rescued her from some married creeper that was trying to hit on her.”
“He did?”
“Yes. He was a perfect gentleman . . . right up until we got to the elevator.” I giggled. “Then he went a bit rogue.”
Winnie swooned. “God, I love this story. I wish it wasn’t over.”
“So wait, the spanking,” said Felicity. “He just did it? Or did he ask you?”
“Actually, I sort of requested it.”
My sisters exchanged a look. “Good for you,” Winnie said.
“Did you like it?” asked Felicity.
“I did, but I think it’s something I only liked because it was him.” I’d given this some thought. “Like, if he was a different kind of guy, someone more like my usual type, I don’t think it would have been as hot.”
“Because you date boys, not men,” Winnie said.
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but the server arrived with our food.
“So did you exchange numbers or anything?” Felicity stirred her chili. “Will you see him again?”
“He gave me his card, which has a phone number on it, but I don’t really see the point in calling him.” I picked up a quarter of my sandwich. “He lives so far away.”
“I disagree and think she should reach out,” said Winnie, squirting ketchup onto her fries.
“We’ve been over this, Win.” I gave her my bossiest big-sister look. “I’m not calling him.”
“Give me one good reason why not.”
“It’s been a month. He probably doesn’t even remember me.”
My sisters exchanged an exasperated look. “He remembers you,” said Felicity dryly.
“Because I’m busy at work.”
Winnie blew a raspberry.
“Because I don’t want to start something that doesn’t have the kind of ending I’m looking for,” I said firmly. “Not at this point in my life.”
Winnie’s posture deflated a bit. “Yeah. I guess I get that.”
“Good.” I took a bite of my sandwich.
But he was on my mind all night.
We left the restaurant just after seven, squealing as we hurried through the pouring rain without umbrellas. I waved goodbye to my sisters and jumped into my car.
Back at home, I was in my jammies by nine, just the way I liked.
After I slipped between the sheets, I lay there for a moment. Then I opened the drawer and pulled out Zach’s card again. I ran my fingertip over his name. With my pulse quickening, I picked up my phone and tapped his number into the keypad. Then I started a message.
Hi, it’s Millie MacAllister from…
Wait, from what? From last month? From New York? From hotel room sexcapades?
Delete.
Hello, this is Millie MacAllister. I don’t know if you remember me, but . . .
But what? But you spanked my ass and I liked it? But you gave me five orgasms in one night and thank you sir, may I have another?
Delete.
Hey, it’s Millie. What are you wearing?
DELETE.
This wasn’t me. It felt too awkward. What if he wasn’t the sexting type? What if I wasn’t the sexting type? I’d never done it before.
Sighing, I set my phone on the charger and tucked his card back into the top drawer. Then I reached into the second drawer and pulled out my Lelo.
Switching off the lamp, I let memory and fantasy take me away.
CHAPTER 6
ZACH
I knew who Mason was the moment I spotted him.
I’d handed my coat to the hostess and glanced into the restaurant’s dining room, my eye immediately going to a dark-haired young man with a slender, athletic build. He sat at a table for four with only one other person, a woman with curly brown hair. When he saw me, he stood up.