Page 38 of In The Dark
What are YOU doing?
Me
In bed, missing you.
Max the Angel
Can I see what your room looks like?
I grinand turn onto my side, FaceTiming her. The call rings twice before Max answers, her pretty face filling up the screen.
“Hi.” She props her phone against a wall and brushes her hair, her attention flicking down to me. “I’m multitasking right now.”
“I can see that. What beach are you going to?”
“Daytona. It’s close enough for us to eat a Publix sub for lunch then head home.”
“Damn. I love a Publix sub. I’m jealous.” I stretch my arms above my head and she smiles at me. “Stop eye fucking me, angel.”
“You’re calling me without a shirt on. I can’t help but look at you.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t complain.” I sit up, letting the sheets pool at my waist. Her gaze travels down my body, and I smirk. “Want to take your shirt off so we can match?”
“No, because I’m already running behind. Doing that will distract me.” Max sets down her brush and starts to braid her hair into pigtails. “What do your tattoos mean?”
“A lot of them are random. Stuff I got during my rebellious phase.”
“And the dragon?”
“That one looked bad ass.” I grin and hold up my palm, showing off the design. “Might need to get some pearls or a diamond on the back of the other hand so I can dress you up when I’m gripping your throat. A pretty necklace for my needy slut.”
She drops the hair tie she’s holding and blushes. She grabs the phone off the counter and slams the bathroom door shut, making me laugh when she levels me with a serious look.
“My roommate is down the hall. Keep your voice down,” Max says, but she’s fighting off a smile.
“Yes ma’am. Sorry for missing your pussy.”
“You’re unhinged. No filter, huh?”
“Baby, you have no idea.” I flop back on my pillows and rest my arm behind my head. “Will you send me a picture of your bathing suit?”
“Only if you tell me your last name.”
“We need to work on your negotiating skills. It’s Wilder. What’s yours, angel?”
“Walters.”
“Look at both of our last names starting with the same letter. That’ll be an easy transition when I get down on one knee with a big ring and propose. Max Wilder sounds nice.”
“I’m going to need to know more than that before I’d even consider saying yes. What’s your favorite food?”
“Besides your cum on my tongue?” I laugh when she flips me off. “Okay. I’ll play. I love pasta. My family didn’t have a lot of money growing up, and pasta was our go to meal. It’s still my comfort food, I guess. Whenever I have a bad day, it’s what I crave.”
“Favorite sauce?” she asks.
“Not picky. Alfredo, maybe? But I love marinara. What about you? What’s your favorite food?”
“Pancakes. I love to have breakfast for dinner with a cup of tea, and I can’t say no to?—”
