Page 27 of Tempting God

I have to wash my hair three times to get out all the paint. When I step out of the shower, the bathroom is covered in steam. My phone is on the counter and buzzes as a text message comes through.

Unknown

Noticed your boyfriend took off quickly.

Who is this?

Grant Carter.

How on earth did you get my phone number?

I have my ways. Back to the boyfriend…

Guess he couldn’t get the job done.

I stare at the phone, my finger hovering over the keyboard.

Wow. Sounds like you’re a bit jealous.

Just an observation.

I wonder if the American public knows that you’re a stalker and crazy?

Probably not. Lucky for me, I pay people to make sure my image is clean.

Guess that means you still frequent Unfortunate Souls.

I immediately wish I can unsend the message, but it’s too late because he’s already typing a reply.

Funny, I was just thinking about that club. Haven’t been in a while. Eight years, to be exact.

My chest is tight.

Why haven’t you been back?

Because no one will ever compare to a masked woman who rocked my world.

I think about that night a lot, Little Fae.

Too fucking much, if we’re being honest with each other.

And now that I’m alone in this room, I’m wondering if you ever think about it, too.

Goodnight, Grant.

I power off my phone for good measure.

Looking up, I meet my reflection in the mirror. The little devil on my shoulder urges me to go to his room, just like this. In nothing but a towel. And let him know that I have thought about that night at the club as much as he has. Thank god I never listen to the devil.

Not anymore, at least.

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Greer

A loud ringing wakes me from a deep sleep. Groaning, I roll over to reach for the phone. My eyes adjust to the light shining on my face, and suddenly I’m in panic mode. Because the bright light is the sun and the phone that’s ringing is the room’s phone, not my cell phone.

“Hello?”

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