Page 65 of Face Me Off

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

MADISON

My phone buzzesthe moment I reach my apartment door. I set the drink on the floor, loop my arms through the plastic grocery bags, and fish out the phone. Heat rushes to my face when I read the text.

Ryan: You looked beautiful spread out for me.

This guy.

We had some free time this afternoon and met at the Kernette Center in what’s become our favorite rendezvous spot. After our little tryst, I haven’t even had time to catch my breath, and he’s already firing off these flirty texts. I shake my head, grinning like a fool as I type out a reply.

Me: You’re ridiculous.

Ryan: You love it.

That I do.

Ryan: Or is it my size you love?

That makes me laugh out loud, but hopefully, he knows I like him for more than the size of his dick.

I type the words “I love everything about you” but pause. This is true. I love how he makes me laugh. And Lord knows I do love his thick cock. But most of all, I love how he just gets me. He knows my quirks and sporadic tendencies and never calls me out. In fact, I think Mr. Orderly finds it endearing. But given all that, I worry the sentiment would scare him off.

Sighing, I press the back button and retype the message.

Me: Who wouldn’t love that size? But thank you. You looked pretty hot yourself.

Ryan: Can’t wait until our date.

Me: Me either.

I check the time on my phone and cringe. Amanda will return anytime, and I want to be home before her.

Me: I have to get inside before my roommate shows up. Behave yourself.

Ryan: Always.

Frazzled, I slip the phone into my pocket, grab my smoothie, and push through the door. I almost lose my drink when I spot Amanda on the couch, hunched over the coffee table.

“Hey!” My pitch comes out too high.Smooth Maddy. Real Smooth. Amanda won’t suspect anything now. Jesus.

I hustle to the kitchen and try to divert the attention off me. “Why didn’t you tell me Blake was flying you guys to see your grandma?”

Amanda opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I internally cringe, realizing my mistake. The only reason I know this is because Ryan told me. She’s going to figure that out. Ugh. I need another diversion.

“I’m waiting.” I set the groceries down, turned toward her, and placed my hands on my hips for good measure. However, part of me feels guilty for pretending to be mad. I’m holding out on her big time.

She cocks her head at me, eyes narrowing. “You look rather sporty. Have you been working out?”

My face pales. If by working out you mean bent over with a big “D” thrusting inside me, then sure. I got one hell of a workout. But I can’t tell Amanda that.

And it fucking kills me.

I smooth my hand over my workout clothes and shake my head. Deflect. Deflect. Deflect. “Nuh-uh. You’re not turning the conversation around to me. I want to know why you never told me about your Thanksgiving plans.”

“There hasn’t been a chance to talk. You were gone most of the day yesterday.”

I take a sip of my drink and eye her. “I’m trying to decide if that’s a valid excuse.”

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