Page 18 of Seeking Two Lovers

“Woman or man problem?” she prodded, and I shook my head.

“Neither. Just…other shit. Nothing serious.”

“You’re sure?” She peered down at me, studying my face with a mixture of empathy and curiosity.

“I’m sure.” I snagged another donut and nodded toward the door. “Thanks for the mood-booster, but I’ve got a ton of shit to do.”

She snorted and straightened, smoothing her linen skirt with manicured hands. “Are you done being a broody bitch?”

“Thanks to you.” I grinned up at her and winked even though it felt a little forced. “You’re the best, M.”

“Don’t you forget it.” She turned and walked off but paused after opening my office door. “It’s my birthday Saturday. Just saying.”

I huffed a laugh over what me and her partner had secretly planned to celebrate her thirtieth, and she let herself out. My smile lingered for a few more seconds, and wanting to stay in a good place mentally, I left the investigation to Higgins in my mind. Work could also rest on the back burner a little longer.

My cell sat atop my desk beside the donut box, and I grabbed it, leaned back in my chair, and swiped it to life. Face ID activated, my home screen popped up. Two swipes to the right took me to another screen full of personal shit.

Missing Link’s three-heart rainbow logo had a little red heart in the top right corner.

Grin widening, I opened the app.

Bikini girl, @S2L, had sent me a simple Hi message, and the green circle of availability beside her name meant she was still online.

Hi back, I messaged quickly before she disappeared.

I waited, refusing to chew a fingernail or tap my fingers on my chair’s arm in my impatience. A message popped up, and I released a rushed exhale, surprised I hadn’t noticed I’d been holding my breath.

@S2L: I don’t usually play the aggressor, but your profile tickled me in all the right places.

I chuckled, typing out a response. Which parts?

@S2L: Of your body or the write-up?

Both, I went with while settling into my chair, ready to soak up whatever ego stroke she offered because after that chat with my dad and the aftereffects of grief, I was in desperate need of affirmation in any way, shape, or form.

@S2L: As if you don’t know you look hot as fuck in gray sweats.

My dick thickened a bit in my briefs, and I palmed myself, getting a little more comfortable in case bikini girl wanted to get frisky online.

@S2L: Like my handle suggests, I’m seeking two lovers. Nothing serious, just a good time to fulfill some fantasies. And you state you have a roommate…

I had some fantasies of my own about said roommate.

“Fuck.” I stretched out my neck side to side before replying, Care to share what you’ve been dreaming about?

@S2L: I could be persuaded to over dinner and drinks.

Bikini girl was careful even if she was only twenty-four and sowing wild oats, but until Blaine was on board with sharing another woman with me, getting together as a threesome might not be on the ticket.

He’s got major social anxiety, and I always vet the women I meet on the app before bringing him into the equation. I typed out the mostly truth Blaine didn’t mind me sharing with potential hookups.

@S2L: You’re a good friend.

I wanted to be a fuck ton more. I try. I’d love to go out with you, and if things go well, I’ll get him to help fulfill some of those fantasies you have.

@S2L: That sounds like a delicious plan.

Damn right, it did.

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