Page 23 of Seeking Two Lovers

I slumped on the couch, my skin rosy and hot from the shower—and the message I’d sent of the white lacy panties covering my freshly-shaved pussy. “Want to see the latest?”

She held out her hand, and I gave her my cell without a word, smirking while sipping my wine.

“Oh my god, he sounds like a sweetie…” Her voice trailed off while reading the first couple of messages about my lips and neck. “A video?” She waggled her eyebrows and pressed play.

Her eyes bugged out at the short teaser, and like me, she lifted the cell closer, pressing that volume-up button.

Scott’s low groan hit my ears, and I bit the inside of my lip.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Like, seriously hot.”

“Right?” I sounded like a breathless whore.

One more replay and she tossed the cell at me. “You lucky bitch,” she repeated what she’d called me earlier in the day.

“What if he’s an asshole in person?”

“With a dick like that, who gives a shit?” Haley settled back in the corner of the couch and lost herself in her cell.

“Did you get on the app?” I asked, waiting for Scott to reply about my panties pic.

“Too busy. Too tired to fill out a bunch of questions.”

“It’s worth it,” I told her and took another sip of chardonnay.

A notification popped up, and my pulse jumped.

Scott: *groan*

I could imagine that sound in my head and played it on repeat until I fell asleep later that night.

* * *

Tall, dark, and handsome showed up at the cafe at ten-thirty, sweaty and dirty like he’d been on Monday. So damn delicious-looking that my knees went weak.

All thoughts of Scott pushed to the back of my mind the second my gaze collided with the hazel eyes I remembered all too well.

“Hey,” I said, smiling as he approached the counter.

Pink stained his cheeks beneath the dust and dirt, and his gaze flitted up overhead at the menu board. “Black coffee?”

He muttered no hi, nothing but an order that sounded like a question.

“Sure thing, Blaine.”

His focus jerked back to my face. “You remembered my name.”

“You’re not a man easily forgotten.” I looked up at him through my lashes, my flirty tone so damn obvious any guy could take the hint.

He smiled, revealing a crooked eyetooth that didn’t distract from his gorgeousness one damn bit.

“Blueberry muffin?” I asked, ringing up his coffee.

“Sure.”

“Dinner tonight?” I tossed out as he handed over a five.

Blaine blinked, swallowing hard like I’d lashed his feet from beneath him. “Um…”

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