Page 42 of In Plain Sight

“Better. Almost normal. I’m going to have to change my sheets because of the mess, but it was totally worth it.”

“I’m glad.” I tugged the hair tie free and tossed it on the mattress as my hair fell around my shoulders.

“I really needed that,” he said, his voice shy again.

“Me too.” I paused. I wanted to keep talking to him, but instead I said, “I should go clean up.”

“Yeah, I need to do that too.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.” He ended the call, and the line went dead.

I put my phone down and stared at the mess on my shirt.

As amazing as that had been, and as much as I wanted to talk to Sinbin again, I couldn’t. I was getting attached, and that was dangerous.

I liked him, and not just the sex stuff. He was funny and a bit sassy, but still sweet and somehow innocent. He was someone I could be friends with, which was why I needed to end things now.

I eyed the block button and chewed on my lip. Blocking him would be the smart thing to do.

With a disgruntled sigh, I exited out of Kinksters and tossed my phone aside. I needed to clean up and get some sleep. I could deal with this tomorrow.

6

LUKA

“Boo!”

“Jesus!” I jumped a mile, bobbling my phone and nearly falling off my couch.

“You should see your face right now,” my sister howled, bending over at the waist as she laughed her ass off.

I put a hand on my chest, over my racing heart, as she composed herself. “The fuck?”

She crossed the room and sat on the couch next to me, pinning me with a look. “That’s what you get for not locking your door. Lock your door, dumbass. That’s how people get murdered.”

“I don’t need to wait for a murderer to break in when I have you jump scaring me like that,” I pointed out. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Good. Maybe that’ll teach you to lock your damn door.” She toyed with the silver bracelet on her wrist.

“Did I know you were coming over?” I glanced at my phone to check the time. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“Jade?” I sat up straight. “What happened? Are you okay?”

She nodded, but the tear that streaked down her cheek told me that was a lie.

“Come here.” I held out my arms to her.

She slid across the couch and fell against my chest. I held her tight, trying not to go through all the worst-case scenarios as she took a second to compose herself.

“Are you hurt? Did something happen?” I asked.

“It’s nothing like that.” She sniffed. “I got fired.”

“What? Why?”

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