Page 16 of Forbidden Flesh

I hit accept.

“Hello,” he says darkly.

Fuck. His voice sounds sexy over the phone.

“H-hi. Um, this is…”

“Melody,” he says.

He knows it’s me. Heycould have been sent by anyone. A random girl he slept with. He’s rich, gorgeous, and popular.

Get a fucking grip, Melody.

He didn’t give you his number to ask you out on a date.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “How did you know where I worked?” I rush out.

I squeeze my eyes shut. My heart is pounding. I’m hot. My hands are sweating. I can’t believe I said that.

“I took a wild guess,” he says, but we both know it’s a lie.

The more he talks, the richer his voice is. Deeper. Darker. It’s not playful. In the back of my mind, I don’t remember him being so serious. So brooding. I thought he was putting on a show in the quad and the classroom, but he isn’t.

“How?”

“It’s not important right now. It doesn’t change the fact that I know, does it?”

He’s right. So what if he knows?

“Why?”

“Why what, Melody?”

“Why did you volunteer? Why did you buy me food?”

“Because I want to, and I can.”

“What’s the assignment?”

The faster I end this call, the better.

Sweat drips down my neck. I need fresh air, but I don’t want to go outside in the dark or turn on the small air conditioner.

“How was the food?”

“It was good. Thank you,” I stammer.

“Hmm, it’s a shame. I would have loved to see you eat it.”

“A cheeseburger?” I ask, confused.

Who the hell wants to see someone eat a cheeseburger? They’re big. Greasy. Messy.

“I would have loved to see how wide your mouth can go when you take a bite.”

Oh fuck. I squeeze my thighs together. My inner thighs are wet, and I know it’s not sweat. I’m wet and aching.

“You like to watch people eat? Is that your thing?”

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