Page 117 of Playbook
We wander down aisles picking out everyone’s special requests. By the time we’re finished, we’ve got more alcohol than could possibly be drunk in one night.
My phone pings with a text while she’s still holding it in the checkout line.
“Oh, sorry.” She averts her gaze and tries to hand it back to me.
“Who is it?”
“Uhhh…” She looks at me like she’s gauging whether or not I really want her to check my phone before she glances back at the screen. “Joey is calling.”
“That’s my agent. I’ll call him back later.”
She silences it and then holds it out to me again.
“Put it in my pocket for me,” I say as I load up the counter with our purchases.
She does, grinning as she slides the device into my front pocket. I take the opportunity to lean forward and kiss her.
Once we’ve paid and gotten everything in the truck, we start back for the apartment.
“Pick a song.” I hand her my phone again.
“You are very free with this thing tonight,” she says, taking it.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. Aren’t you worried I’m going to snoop around and find all your secrets?”
“Have at it. Just avoid the folder labeled blackmail.”
Her brows rise. “Well, now I have to look.”
“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
A second later I know when she’s not heeded my warning.
“Oh my god. Are those…balls?”
“Yep. Slade.”
“I so did not need to see that.”
“I did try to warn you.”
“Why do you have this? How did you get this?”
“He took my phone and snapped some pictures of his balls thinking it was funny and probably assuming I was going to delete them.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Was the folder name not clear enough for you?” I ask.
“You wouldn’t blackmail anyone.”
“Nah, probably not, but it’s good to have leverage.”
“Boys are very odd,” she says, then continues to look through my phone.
I’m not at all worried. Okay, I’m not too worried. If she looked back far enough, I’m sure there’s some sexting with other women or dirty photos, but she’s the only one I’ve been talking to since we made our agreement.
