Page 33 of Daddy Vibes (The Anti-Bachelorette 2)

I laugh. “Could have given me some warning. I’m not exactly presentable.”

He laughs. “Yeah, is that a sauce stain on your shirt?” He mocks, but I look down and there so is a stain there.

I look back at my phone. “Yeah. I ordered wings and fries on your delivery app. You know I’m going to use this forever? Even if we don’t work out. You better figure out how to change your password or I’ll be delivering food to my house for the rest of my life.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Ahh...I see how it is. You’re only in this for the food.”

I bite my lip and smile at him. “Well, that and the sex.”

Eric groans. “You mean the sex you couldn’t have until now, and now I’m just living this week in pure torture?”

“Yes, exactly.” I laugh.

He narrows his eyes at me. “You better not be using that toy of yours while I’m gone.”

I look down at myself. “Do I look like I’m in the sexy mood right now?” I joke.

He just throws up his hand. “Hey, just because you look like shit doesn’t mean you aren’t wet.”

I drop my mouth open. “Wow okay!”

He laughs even harder. Then he bites his lip and lowers his voice. “Are you Angela? Are you wet?”

Well, with the way he is saying my name like that of course I am, but he can’t know that. “Absolutely not. Maybe try not saying I look like shit if you want to turn me on.”

He just grins. “You turn me on even when you look like shit.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh. “This seems like you’re trying to start up some video chat sex or something. You know, I’m not really about that life. I’ll talk to you later.” Before he can say anything else, I hang up the phone and lean back against the couch and smile. A second later my phone dings with a text.

Emory’s Hot Dad: I miss you. Can’t wait to be home.

Well fuck. Now I’m even more turned on. I can’t wait for him to be home either.

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