Page 43 of Sin With Me
Shoulda told me sooner and I would’ve brought this food over. It smells insane in here…literally. Chinese chicken and rice aroma in the kitchen and a floral shop in the living room.
Wilder
Guess that means we’ll have to plan something for another night.
Delilah
I was gonna come this weekend to ride Jasmine. Maybe we can go on a trail ride?
Wilder
I’d love that. Saturday at three?
Delilah
Sounds good. Thank you for the food and the flowers. You really didn’t have to go all out, but it made me smile after a hectic day.
Wilder
Good…then mission accomplished.
I send a saluting emoji with a red heart and she hearts the message in return.
I’ve flirted with Delilah plenty over the years without giving it much thought because I assumed she saw me as an annoying brother.
But after that hot make-out session where she came on my fingers and begged for more, I’m going to do whatever it takes to get out of the friend zone, even if it kills me.
Chapter Eight
Delilah
“So…how’s life outside of prison?” My little sister makes herself at home behind the counter where she’s not allowed to be. Ten minutes ago, she waltzed in, snacking on snap peas, and being overly obnoxious about it.
“I wasn’t in prison…” I retort, shoving her toward the front of the checkout.
“You should hear the rumor mill swirlin’. Some chick asked if Wilder was allowed conjugal visits and where she could sign up for one.” Harlow barks out a laugh.
I roll my eyes. “Doesn’t anyone actually read? He’s not in prison either.”
“But it’s hilarious to know that even if he was, chicks would still flock to him. Probably even harder than before.”
“I wouldn’t doubt it. He’d probably have thousands of pen pals too asking for marriage proposals and beggin’ to have his babies.”
I grab the pile of lingerie that needs to be entered into the system and focus on the computer screen.
“Someone sounds jealous…” She chomps on another snap pea.
“I’m not.”
“Really? Your cheeks are flushed and your neck’s all red. Pretty sure there’s a hickey you’re tryin’ to hide with that bad cover-up job.”
“Oh my God,” I snap, slamming down the hangers. “Are you only here to get on my nerves?”
I immediately feel awful for yelling at her when she frowns, but then her mouth shifts into a shit-eating grin. “So the other rumors are true.”
Furrowing my brows, I get back to scanning the items. “Which ones?”
“That you and Wilder hooked up.”
