Page 10 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
Me: No.
Isla: A dominant stranger with a take charge attitude that melts your panties and makes you want to lick him up?
Me: What is it with your hang up with obstinate mules... I mean males?
Isla: Ha, ha. *snort* Don't mock it until you've tried it.
Me: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Isla: Sometimes you need a hug you know...?
Me: Exactly.
Isla:.... on your backside... with a paddle.
Me: What the...
Isla: Administered by an obnoxious know-it-all who doesn't take no for an answer.
Me: Sweet baby goats, are you getting off on this text message, Isla? I swear if you are...
Isla: Sorry... sorry... *not*, you're waaay too uptight my girl. Give in, live a little.
Me: If by that you mean fantasizing about some alpha male making rough love...
Isla: Don't bring that four letter emotion into the mix.
Me: Yeah, not all of us want to be controlled.
Isla: Famous last words.
Me: Thanks for shoving your kink in my face.
Isla: Hey, how did you guess that I love doing that?
Me: TMI, bye.
Isla: Are you blushing, West? I bet you are. Seriously I'm sorry for standing you up. Last minute change, a bride called off her wedding and uh, it wasn't pretty.
Me: Wow, good luck handling the pieces of that.
Isla: I'm gonna need it for this one. PS, the bridegroom walked into the office and he's not happy.
Me: Can't your boss handle him?
Isla: She's not around. And gah! This man is completely unreasonable! But wow! Is he smokin' hot. *gulp* Wish me luck.
Me: Luck! Go get him GF.
Isla: Laters xxx
Typical Isla, always taken in by a pretty face. And I’m not?
I suck my cheeks in, drop my phone into my tote bag.
Walking out of the tube station, I race home, then up the short flight of steps leading into the one-bed apartment I share with my sister.
For how much longer, though? If I can’t keep up the rental payments on it…? I'll find a way, I will.
