Page 140 of Square Deal

“My bare ass and tits, that’s what,” I clipped. The girls of the poker club were closer than family. They could deal with the knowledge of my sexy texting.

Bridget waved it off. “Ain’t nothin’ we haven’t seen before, but good for you, babe! Growing up and getting kinky.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Supper’s ready!” Maddie hollered from downstairs. I tightened my robe as Bee and Mel escorted me down.Did they think I was gonna make a run for it?

The four of us sat on bar stools around the kitchen island as Maddie dished up something home cooked and delicious. It looked somewhat healthy. Well, there were greens involved. But knowing her, she probably cooked them with a pound of butter, bacon fat, and a handful of salt.

The three of them cracked into a bottle of wine while I was given water.Buzzkills.

I grabbed Maddie’s glass and sucked it down in one gulp.

“Hey!” she protested.

“Nope,” Mel snapped, grabbing the glass from me. “No more wine for you. You need to hydrate.”

“My liver can handle what my heart can’t,” I said as I reached for the bottle.

Bridget smacked my hand away. “As poetic as that is, drink the damn water before we tell you our master plan.”

I pouted and picked through my plate. It was good—I just didn’t have an appetite. “Did you tell Luca?” I asked Maddie.

“No shit, Sherlock,” she said with a mouthful of chicken and pastry. “I even sent pictures. He offered to pay for a cleaning service.”

I groaned and rested my forehead on the cool countertop. “I know the whole marriage thing means that y’all get to tell each other everything. But now he’s gonna tell Isaac that I’m weepy and pining for him and look like shit.”

“Nope,” she said, popping the “P”. “Luca will keep his trap shut," Maddie took a long drink of wine. “He’s leaving for Texas in a couple days to check on things at the Griffith Brothers Ranch. Plus, I think Isaac’s out of the country.”

Yeah. London. And after that, he’d be back in New York for a few days before flying to Tokyo.I hated that I knew all those things.

“Besides,” she added. “Isaac probably looks like shit too.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Thanks for agreeing that I look like shit.”

Mel laid a compassionate hand on my arm. “We love you, but… Yikes. Han, I didn’t even know you owned a t-shirt, much less a Han Solo and Chewbacca t-shirt…” She shook her head. “I can’t unsee that.”

It was the only thing in my closet that didn’t make me think of Isaac. I may have looked like Sasquatch in a t-shirt and leggings, but at least they didn’t have any connection to him.

It was that or go naked.

Fuck.I’d have to throw out my entire drawer of toys. Even those infuriating vibrating panties that I ended up using more than once—with him in the same room controlling them.

I couldn’t open the drawer without thinking of the day he texted me before I left for work, telling me to put my purple dildo in my bag. Then, he gave me explicit instructions detailing how he wanted me to use it while sitting in my desk chair.

I want your skirt pushed up to your waist. If you’re wearing panties, I expect them to be down around the middle of your thighs. I want you to keep one foot on the ground and put one foot on top of your desk. Show me how you make that pretty pussy feel good. Show me where you want my cock when I see you next.

I want you to arch your back and push your tits out, but do not touch them. Don’t touch your clit. I want to see you thrust that purple dildo deep inside. Make your pussy clench around it.

You have to send me ten pictures before you’re allowed to come. Understood, Princess?

And boy, did I agree. Happily.

Now, I just wanted to flog myself for being so incredibly ignorant. Isaac still had all of those photos. Would he delete them? Would he show them around and laugh with his friends about that girl he dated once upon a time?

Fear and heartbreak boiled inside. My appetite vanished.

“Hey,” Bridget said softly. “Where’d you go?”

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