Page 254 of The Winslow Brothers

Me: If you ARE sexting me, then put your money where your mouth is and send me a dick pic.

I mean, there’s nothing wrong with trying, right? What’s the worst he could say? No?

And having a picture of Flynn’s gorgeous penis on my phone for the rest of time isn’t exactly a negative.

Ha. You’d save it to a damn USB stick just to have a backup.

Flynn: I’ll do you one better.

Me: Oh, really? I’m all ears.

Flynn: I’m leaving my office right now. A good girl who wants to get fucked can meet me at home in about 20 minutes.

I look at his text and across the room to where Tara is now bitching at one of the burly movers tasked with delivering and setting up the staging furniture for this loft.

I shouldn’t…should I?

Back to Tara, I note the way her face scrunches up with disdain when the man doesn’t give her an answer she likes.

Only seven more days, my mind whispers.Seven more days until the interview and your current cozy bubble of blissful sex and happy days with Flynn will come to an end.

And just like that, I’m decided.

“Tara, I have to run to the office really quick,” I announce in a rush, already starting the process of heading toward the door to grab my purse.

“What?” she questions back and looks at me like I just told her I’m going to set this loft on fire for the fun of it.“Why?”

Because I need to go have sex with my husband before he’s not my husband anymore.

“Uh…” I pause and search for a reason, any-fucking-reason. “Uh…Damien just texted, and he needs me to send him a few files from an LA property I helped stage. It’s urgent.”

Her narrowed eyes call my bluff, but I ignore her.

Instead, I offer a wave over my shoulder and head out the door before she can ask me anything else.

Of course, the instant the loft door shuts behind me and I step on to the elevator, I pull my phone out of my purse and fire off a text.

Me: If anyone asks, you needed me to send you very important papers about an LA property today.

Damien: And why would I need that?

Me: Because I wanted to play hooky, and I needed an excuse that didn’t end in Tara gouging my eyes out with her nails.

Damien: I hope this hooky at least involves something awesome and not going to the fucking dentist.

Me: That was one time! And there’s nothing wrong with liking clean teeth.

Damien: Daisy.

Me: Relax. This hooky involves…sexy kind of things.

Damien: You mean, you’re sneaking out of work to go home and fuck your hot husband?

Me: Something like that.

Damien: Since I’m technically your boss, I think I’m supposed to tell you I’ll let it slide this time, but don’t make a habit of it.

Damien: But as your friend, I’m saying… I got your back, doll.

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