Page 47 of Unstitch

‘Always with you. Always. And’—I lower my voice—‘we’ve fucked, what, on three occasions, now? You’re the first woman in a long, long time who hasn’t tried to put a ring on my finger or at least get a new Birkin out of me.’

She makes a face. ‘That’s uncool. I just want you for your big dick. That and all this really good food.’

I laugh again. ‘I’ll keep feeding you, don’t you worry. But I had to practically tie you to the bed the other night to get you to stay over. Most women would be freeing up drawers and trying to move their stuff in by now.’

‘Maybe that works for women who like old, crusty guys, but not for me,’ she deadpans, and I grin, remembering her words to me that first night in France. If I recall correctly, she called me a crusty old Brit. Cheeky little wench.

‘We’re back to that, are we?’

She smirks. ‘Seems so.’

‘I didn’t notice you complaining when you were coming all over my cock just now.’

She doesn’t look around to see if anyone can overhear. She doesn’t bat an eyelid, which I fucking love. She merely pulls her hand away and picks up her water glass.

‘What can I say? It must be that you’re still a novelty to me.’

She’s unbelievable. I raise my glass to her. ‘Well played. I’ll need to keep things fresh then, won’t I?’

She clinks. ‘Absolutely. You don’t want me getting bored, do you?’

‘Definitely not.’ I grind my jaw. ‘So let’s mix things up. Did you get Dex’s number off Maddy?’

Her eyes dart evasively around the buzzing restaurant. ‘Not yet.’

‘Lucky for you, some of us are doers. I DM’ed Belle on Instagram and asked her for it.’ I slide my phone onto the table and pull up the exchange.

‘Here you go. Send him a message.’

She looks at me, eyes wide. ‘Now?’

I smile wolfishly. ‘No time like the present.’

32

DARCY AND DEX

DARCY

Hi Dex

It’s Darcy

From the other night

Gen’s sister

DEX

Hi there

[Long silence]

Chatty, aren’t you?

Sorry, I’m just in a meeting

Ah

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