Page 57 of Sinful Escape

“Why not? Come on, we have a long drive.”

I rolled my gaze to the side window, silently begging him to let it go.

He didn’t. On and on he pleaded, relentlessly.

He was never going to give up.

I adjusted my position in my seat, ready to look him square in the eyes the second he glanced from the road. “To be honest, I don’t know how it happened. One minute we were treating Mon Petit Chou’s wound. Next minute we were . . .” I leaned toward him. “. . . kissing.”

“See? You put the vibes out and it happens.”

“I didn’t put out any vibes.”

He waved my reply away. “So, he was bene, yes?”

“What?”

“Was he good? Did he get your rocks off?”

“Oh my god. Yes, of course.”

“So, you had an . . .”

“Jeeezus . . . yes,” I blurted before he said orgasm aloud.

He nodded like we’d just found the solution to world poverty. “I’ve got to say, Red, you’ve really surprised me. I like surprises.”

The way he looked at me, with a stunning grin and glowing eyes, made it impossible not to smile back. But I didn’t just smile; it was like I was glowing on the inside.

It felt good. I felt good. I had to text Zali. I plucked my phone from my bag.

“You bragging to Azalia?”

The fact that he’d remembered Azalia’s name had me wondering if he, too, had a good memory. That’d be interesting. I’d never met anyone else with the same skill as me.

“You’re really nosey. You know that, don’t you?”

“Sorry. Blame my sisters.”

“Is that your excuse for all your bad habits?”

His face scrunched up, and for the first time, he seemed lost for a reply. Capitalizing on his silence, I tapped out a text message.

Hey babe, you awake?

Of course. Between Mom and Kane, I don’t think I’ve slept for a year

Oh, no, I wish I was there to help

I don’t. I’m glad at least one of us is living life

My heart ached for her. She was five years younger than me, yet she was miles away from what most twenty-four-year-old single women were doing.

Speaking of that . . . guess what?

You fucked Roman!

What? No, of course not!

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