Page 44 of Fighting Fate

I send a reply, the tequila lending me a dash of boldness.

Milli

Almost there, but not quite on point. I did opt for a hot shower, though I'm more of a bath person. And yeah, I might indulge in some strawberry ice cream later. But for the book, let's just say it's going to be a little more . . . spicy.

After hitting send, I feel a rush of nerves. What if he thinks I'm being too flirtatious? Suddenly, another message flashes on my phone.

Miles

Alright, spicy, I like it. But spill the beans, Mills—what kind of spicy book are we talking about here?

Is it one of those enemies-to-lovers stories? Or a fake relationship plot? Hey, maybe it's an F/F romance? Those can be pretty hot, not gonna lie.

Oh. My. God.

Chill, Milli, it's no biggie. He's just chatting.

I roll my eyes at my inner buzzkill, trying to mess up my vibe. Taking a breath, I keep typing, adding a bit more flirt than I'd usually risk.

Milli

And how exactly would you know they're hot, Sunshine?

But to be clear, it's an F/M romance in a Mafia Forced Proximity Marriage. Let's just say, it's definitely not PG-13.

Miles

Let's just say I might have a clue ;) But sounds intriguing, maybe I should give it a read?

Definitely not. That's my boundary, firm and clear. The thought of Miles flipping through one of my spicy romance novels? Unthinkable. I can practically hear the relentless ribbing I'd be subjected to. Nonetheless, his response draws a chuckle from me. Smiling, I type out my reply.

Milli

I'll consider it. But only if you swear to return it intact.

Miles

I cross my heart and hope to die.

My heart flutters and does a little swooning dance at his words, imagining Miles, with all his charm and strength, making such a promise.

Miles

Are you reading your book now?

I take a moment, re-reading his message.

I mean, at this exact moment?

Don't do it, Milli.

But could it be just a harmless, friendly text?

My heart pounds with a mix of thrill and nervousness, overpowering my hesitation. In a spontaneous move, I capture a photo of my legs against the cold, tiled shower floor.

And yes, my ass is sitting on the cold tile with my bare legs. A girl can only endure the ache between her legs for so long.

I press send, but what if he doesn't appreciate it?

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