Page 37 of Let Me Say It Again

There we go. That was my girl.

Whoa again. No, no, no. She was not my girl.

She was myfakegirl. My very, very fake girl.

Reddington:Want to come over?

Jade:To cook for you? I’d rather sit on a thumbtack.

Reddington:Ouch.

Jade:Your ego bruised?

Reddington:No, sticks and stones and all that crap. The ouch was for your ass.

Jade:Did you have a reason for texting me?

Yeah, because for some reason way beyond my understanding, you were the only one I wanted to talk to after a day like today.

Reddington:Meet me at my place.

Jade:Cute.

Reddington:What is?

Jade:What you’re thinking. I believe they call it wishful thinking actually.

Reddington:How do you know what I’m thinking?

Jade:Because men are easy to read. Here are the things your gender predominantly thinks about: money, sex, money. Usually in that order.

Reddington:Cute.

Jade:No originality. I don’t have an exhaustive list for what I look for in a man, but if I did, then originality would be on it, and you, sir, would never measure up.

Reddington:You didn’t seem to give a shit about originality when I was licking your juices off my lips after our engagement party.

Jade:Fakeengagement party. I think you might have a brain problem.

Reddington:Say it.

Jade:You have a brain problem.

Reddington:No. Say it.

Jade:The good thing about texting is that I can merely ignore you. Bye, Red.

Reddington:Don’t you dare put down your phone. Say the goddamn words. That I was the best. That you’re dying for me to give you a repeat performance.

Jade:First of all, you don’t tell me what to do. You’re the one who needs a favor from me,honeybun. I believe in other words, that means I have you by the balls. Your balls are in my hands.

Reddington:Don’t be delicate with them. I like it rough.

Jade:Oh, and I suggest you reconsider that time off you gave your chef because if your backup plan was to eat pussy,then you’re up shit creek. Thanks to your rules, you can’t enjoy another woman’s, and I’m booked tonight. Guess you should’ve thought that one through a bit more.

What she didn’t realize was that I didn’t want another pussy. I wanted hers and only hers. Now that I’d had a taste and it was everything I’d always imagined it would be, I didn’t think I could forget about it. I wanted Jade, end of story.

I tossed the phone back on the desk and ran a hand through my hair, frustrated.

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