Page 85 of Best Kept Secret
Red: Sorry, babe. I’m still at Mav’s. I’ll call you as soon as I get back x
Okay, so despite the things she does to me by calling mebabe, my curiosity piques because, well, that’s a flat out lie. I bite back my smug smirk, tapping out my reply.
Me: Ring camera, baby.
The three dots appear in the text window as soon as she’s read the message, bouncing on the screen as she drafts her reply, and I chuckle because she’s up to something. I don’t care that she lied to me because she’s safe at home in our apartment—yes,ourapartment—and that’s all that matters. But I wanna know what this sneaky little brat is up to.
The dots still bounce as if she’s writing a goddamn essay. Rolling my eyes, I call her again, and after three rings she answers with a sickeningly sweet, “Hi.”
“Baby,” I say, my tone teasing as I drag the word out. “What are you doing?”
Millie sighs. “Look…pleasedon’t get mad.”
“Mad?” My brows knit together because what the fuck? “A-are you safe?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Are you… I don’t know… putting itching powder in all my undies?”
“No!” She laughs, and fuck I love that sound.
“Then, I can assure, I won’t get mad, Red.”
“I–” She hesitates, and I don’t like that she’s this nervous to tell me.
“Baby, it’s me,” I remind her. “You’re so fine.”
“I’m in your bathtub.”
Silence ensues, and my dick has a mind of its own, twitching to life when I hear the hint of water sloshing in the background.
“O-kay,” I say slowly after a beat. “And…?”
“And nothing,” she huffs. “It’s just… it’syourbathroom. Your personal space. And you’re not here, so I feel like I’m trespassing. But I think I’m getting my period and my back was aching, and a shower just wasn’t going to cut it, and—” She pauses to take a breath. “I’m sorry.”
I blink, taking in everything she’s just told me.
“Logan, are you there?”
“Okay, first of all,” I say as calmly as I can. “What did I tell you about apologizing to me?”
“I’m sorry…” She huffs again. “I mean… okay, I’mnotsorry. Better?”
“Yes.” I snort a laugh. “Secondly, are you okay? Do you need anything? There’s a building concierge, and with one phone call they can go get whatever you need at any time of the day or night.”
“I’m okay,” she says bashfully. “Thanks.”
The panic in my chest eases and I grin. “Thirdly… you’re in my bathtub and I’m not there? You bet your sweet ass I’m mad. That’s hot as fuck.”
Millie laughs, a flirty giggle that turns my cock to stone. I palm the big guy through my pants, flopping back on my bed with a groan.
“You okay?” Millie asks, her voice soft and breathy.
“Yeah, just getting comfortable, baby.”
