Page 82 of Best Frenemies

But I refuse to feel any shame for my actions.

I decided to give in to some fleeting fun with Mack, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. There’s nothing wrong with this…right?

Right.

Brakes squeak to a stop, and I gingerly stand up from my seat, making sure my coat keeps all my tits and bits covered as I walk off the tram and head up the subway steps. Thankfully, Mack’s place is only a two-block walk from this stop.

A soft breeze threatens to open the bottom of my coat, and I quickly run my hands down the edges to prevent that from happening. It’s one thing to be willing to be naked underneath your jacket in the name of turning a man on, but it’s another thing to flash your hoohah at your fellow New Yorkers as you make your way to his place.

Not to mention the wrenches a public indecency charge would throw into my career as an elementary teacher.

Thankfully, no vag or nip slips occur, and I finish the short walk to Mack’s building in under ten minutes. It’s a nice complex with a doorman and a front desk, and once I check in with the security guard in the lobby and get the okay, I head to the elevators.

Just as I’m stepping into an available cart, my phone pings from my purse with a notification. Simultaneously, I pull it out and hit the button for Mack’s floor.

A quick glance to the screen and I see a message from my best friend.

Anna: Want to go out tonight? Grab a drink? I feel like the fibers of my couch are fused to my ass at this point. I need to see the world again.

Me: I’d love to, but I have plans.

Anna: Staying in your apartment and grading papers doesn’t count.

Me: Yes, it does. But tonight, I have actual plans. I’m not at home.

Anna: If you tell me you’re with Mack, I will be so proud of you. Hell, I might have to send you a fucking Edible Arrangement or some shit to celebrate you finally realizing you should always take my advice.

An I-told-you-the-dick-was-big Edible Arrangement? That might be a new category for them.

The elevator dings its arrival to Mack’s floor, and I send Anna one last text message, purposely choosing not to hold back the truth.

Me: Don’t send the Edible Arrangement until tomorrow afternoon. I don’t plan on going home tonight, and I don’t want the fruit to go bad.

Anna: Oh my God. You two are officially enemies turned best-frenemies-that-are-fucking! It’s a whole situationship. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT.

As I step out of the elevator, my phone pings again, then two more times, but I shove it into my purse on a laugh. Clearly, Anna is losing her shit, but I have more important matters to attend to.

Hot sex with Mack for as long as the two of us can handle.

My heels tap against the hardwood floor in a sexy way I’ve only heard in movies, and I feel emboldened as I walk down the small hallway toward his apartment. I’ve never been this kind of woman—the kind of woman who takes what she wants and doesn’t apologize for it—but maybe now I am.

I come to a stop in front of his door and give myself a moment to take a cleansing breath before I lift my hand to knock three times against the wood.

Mack opens it a few moments later, and he looks so damn sexy in his white T-shirt, jeans, and bare feet that I put my money where my horny mouth is and unbutton my jacket before we even say hello.

“Hey, Katy Cat. I tried to text you—” he starts to greet, but I cut him off by flinging open my coat so he can see what lies beneath.

“I hope I’m not overdressed,” I whisper in my most seductive voice, and his eyes go so wide, I fear they might pop right out of the sockets.

“Shit,” he yelps, slamming the door closed behind him and shoving me back so he can step into the hallway with me. It’s definitely not the reaction I expected, but I don’t even have any time to think about it.

“Uncle Mackie, I want pizza!” a tiny child’s voice calls through the now-closed door.

“Gracie, what have I told you about being so bossy?” a louder, more adult voice responds from somewhere in his apartment, and it’s my turn for my eyes to bug out of my dang head.

“Who’s there, Uncle Mackie?” The little voice is closer now.

“Shit,” Mack says again, slamming my coat closed and wrapping his strong arms around me just as the door cracks open behind him.

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