Page 83 of Sins and Secrets

Kyle’s eyes dart toward me and I give him a little confirmation nod. He swallows and says, “I love Angie with my whole soul.”

Waverly’s smile returns instantly. “I know.” She taps him on the nose. “Boop.” Then she sashays away, sparing me one quick glance. “See you guys in a few!” The door closes behind her and all her light is gone.

The men in the room are shocked, eyes wide, jaws slack. I believe they’ve just been Waverly’d.

I take out my phone and send her a text.

Me:Meet me somewhere, I want your cum on my cock in ten minutes.

Waverly:No

I blink at the screen, rereading her answer.

Me:What do you mean no?

Waverly:I’m not spending the next hour and a half squeezing my thighs together to keep your cum from dripping down my leg.

Well, that’s graphic.

Darren peeks over my shoulder and laughs.

Me:I don’t think you fully understand the dynamic.

Waverly:Oh, I understand it.

Waverly:Sir, I apologize for saying no to you.

Reading the word Sir sends all the blood to my cock.

Waverly:I hope your punishment will be fair since my response to your request is reasonable.

I start typing. But she’s faster.

Waverly:Because I said no, I’m sure you’ll spend the entire evening thinking of ways to make me beg yes.

Darren mutters, “She’s a fast student.”

My cheeks burn.

Me:At the reception, give me a tour of your new hotel, and drop to your knees to prove it to me.

She sends me a thumbs up emoji. Thumbs up? Really?

I laugh and the other men look at me. “What the hell was that noise?” Kyle asks. He side-eyes me for a second, then squints. “What could be so funny it made the grumpiest guy on earth laugh? What, did you see a video of a toddler falling?”

Ouch. I’m not grumpy.

Me:Am I grumpy, like the kind of guy who laughs at children getting hurt?

Waverly:Should I really answer? I’m already in trouble for telling you no.

Me:Grumble.

Waverly:You answered your own question. GTG

I slide my phone into my inner jacket pocket and everyone else watches me like I’m some sort of mythical creature. “What?”

Kyle throws his hands in the air like a picture of Jesus holding a bleeding heart. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” He smiles, “I’m happy for you.”

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