Page 30 of Sexting the Don

I shake my head, too embarrassed to share everything. “He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever met. So sexy. But I’ll likely never hear from him again.”

Natalie raises an eyebrow. “Do you have his number?”

I nod, taking another sip of wine to avoid her piercing gaze.

“Well, text him! This is the twenty-first century, Mandy; women can be more forward. It’s totally allowed,” she says with a wink. “Do you know how many amazing men I would’ve missed out on if I’d just sat around waiting for them to make the next move?”

I laugh nervously, twirling my glass. “I don’t know …”

“He could be waiting for you to make the next move. You’ll never know unless you try. Come on, what do you have to lose?”

I look out at the ocean, considering her words.

I shake my head. “I wouldn’t even know what to say.”

Natalie rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. “Give me your phone. I’ll do it for you.”

“No freaking way,” I laugh, pulling my phone closer. “I’m not letting you text him!”

“Come on, Mandy,” she teases, nudging me with her elbow. “Seriously, what do you have to lose?” she repeats.

I sigh, looking at her. “What do you mean?”

“Okay, look,” she says, leaning in conspiratorially. “If you text him and hear nothing back, then you’ll know he’s trash, and you can find another boy toy. No harm, no foul. But if he does answer, you could have another rip-roaring time with a super sexy guy. You said it yourself that he’ssexy, right?”

I bite my lip, considering her words. “I don’t know, Nat. It’s just … it’s complicated.”

She grins, giving me another playful nudge. “There’s that word again. Listen, life’s complicated, sweetie. But you deserve tohave some fun. And if he’s responsible for that look on your face, it’s worth the risk.”

I look down at my phone; the screen is dark and tempting. Natalie’s right. What do I have to lose? With a deep breath, I unlock it and open up my messages, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. She leans in, ready to spy on whatever I type.

Natalie takes another sip of wine and then looks at me with a sparkle in her eye. “How about we hit the town tonight and have some fun? Drinks, dancing …”

I shake my head, knowing I don’t have the money to go out and not wanting her to feel like she has to pick up the tab. “I think I’ll pass, Nat. I’m pretty wiped.”

She pouts for a moment but then nods. “All right, I get it. But one day, I’m going to get you to go out to a party with me. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet an actor looking for his future gym bunny wife.” She laughs, and I join in, though my thoughts quickly drift back to Enzo.

It’s insane how he’s the only man I have eyes for now. I barely know him, and yet he’s stuck in my head like a catchy song I can’t shake.

Natalie stands up, stretching. “Hey, you know you’re always welcome to use my shower. It’s the best way to unwind after a workout.”

“Thanks, Nat. I think I’ll take you up on that,” I reply, grateful for her hospitality.

I head to her luxurious bathroom, the spacious shower calling my name. As the warm water cascades over me, I think about Enzo. My thoughts begin to drift, carried away by a sexy fantasy.

I picture Enzo in the shower with me, his hands running over my wet skin, his lips trailing hot kisses down my neck. My breath hitches as I imagine him pressing me against the cool tiles, his body firm and strong against mine.

“Mandy, are you touching yourself?” I hear his deep voice in my head, sending shivers down my spine.

My hand moves instinctively, mimicking the fantasy, my body reacting to the vivid images playing out in my mind.

The water pours over me, heightening every sensation as I let myself get lost in the moment. The memory of his touch, his scent, the intensity in his eyes—it’s all so real. I can almost feel his breath against my ear, his whisper telling me what he wants to do to me.

I bite my lip, the pleasure building, the fantasy blurring the lines of reality. For a few blissful moments, it’s like he’s really here, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. But as the steam swirls around me and the water begins to cool, I know I have to snap back to reality.

With a deep breath, I finish up, turning off the shower and wrapping myself in a plush towel. My mind is still buzzing with thoughts of Enzo, but I push them aside, determined to focus on the here and now.

After showering and saying goodbye to Natalie, I hop into my Uber and check my phone. No messages. Should I text him? The thought keeps bouncing around in my head.

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