Page 32 of Sorry, You've Got The Wrong Number

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I giggled. “I know, it’s kinda awkward. We know each other better on the phone than in person.”

“What?” He ran his hand through his hair and looked around the room. “Is this a joke? Am I being punched?” He offered me a grin. “Did Max put you up to this?”

“I don’t even know if Max knows about us.” I laughed. “I haven’t told anyone but Lily.”

“Told her what?” He took another swig of beer, a bemused expression on his face. “Is this like the Ben situation?”

“Are you nervous?” I asked him softly, moving closer to him. I put my beer bottle down and grabbed his right hand. I ran my finger around his palm, trying to relax him. “It’s okay, Travis. We both agreed that this might be the awkward part, but I really want to see if we have chemistry in person.”

“What?” His jaw dropped.

“I know I should have told you on the phone, but a part of me has wondered if this will translate into real life. I know you love to talk dirty and—”

“What are you saying, Chelsea?” He frowned and pulled his hand away. I felt bad that I’d hurt his feelings, but I wanted to be honest. I wasn’t really feeling the same chemistry in person. Yes, he was still hot, but there wasn’t anything extra. There was no magnetism between us.

“I don’t want to be mean.” I wrinkled my nose. “I know we wanted to keep it on the phone, and I was the one that messaged you first, but I’m not sure I have those feelings for you. I mean, maybe if we go on a date, but…”

“Keep what on the phone?” He blinked, and I started to feel nervous. Why was he playing these games? He was an attorney, for Pete’s sake. Couldn’t he just be open right now?

“Look, Travis, twelve hours ago, you were playing with your cock telling me you wish I had it in my mouth and now—”

“Whoa!” He held his hand up. “Are you being serious here?”

“Why would I be joking?” I was starting to get angry now.

“Chelsea, I’ve never had a phone conversation with you.” He shook his head. “And I’ve certainly never had phone sex with you. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t?” My jaw dropped, and my face went bright red. Travis didn’t look like he was joking. “You haven’t been texting and talking with me late at night?”

“No.” He shook his head.

I grabbed my phone from my bag and texted him quickly.

“What are you doing?”I texted, and immediately I received a message back.

“About to do some work. :(”

My jaw dropped as I stared at Travis. He had not grabbed his phone. He had not texted me back. Travis was not the man I’d been sexting with. He was not the man I’d had phone sex with multiple times. My heart beat fast as I stared at him. This man had no idea what I’d been talking about. No wonder he’d been cold every time he’d seen me. I was nothing to him. He barely knew I existed.

“Oh my God,” I muttered under my breath, not even daring to look at my phone screen as it beeped again.

“I’m sorry, Chelsea,” Travis said, shaking his head. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“No,” I squeaked out, trying to wrack my brain as to what was going on. I’d told a random stranger that I wanted to suck his cock. I’d told a random stranger I wanted to ride him. A stranger had told me he wanted to titty fuck me and come in my mouth, and I’d just giggled. I froze suddenly. The person had known me. They had known things about me that I hadn’t told them. So it hadn’t been an absolute stranger. My face flushed as I realized I’d been having phone sex with someone I knew, and I wasn’t even sure who.

“I’m going to head outside now,” Travis said diplomatically. “You coming?”

“In a minute.” I offered him a weak smile. “And sorry,” I said, blushing. “Obviously we had our wires crossed slightly.”

“No worries,” he said, chuckling. “I hope you figure it out.”

“Me too.” I nodded and then took a seat at the breakfast bar before looking down at my phone again.

“What are you up to? Thinking about me?”the texts read, and I just frowned. Who the hell was this, and why had Polly saved them in her phone as Travis? Did she know any other Travises? Not that I knew of. It didn’t make sense. I tried to think back to the night I’d taken her phone. I’d had to go through it quickly. I’d searched for Travis, and then I remembered that there was no Travis in the phone. So I’d searched by his last name Chandler, and the number had popped up. My entire body stilled as I realized what I’d done. Chandler.

“Oh no.” I groaned as I buried my face in my hands. Chandler wasn’t Travis Chandler. Chandler was Chandler Andretti. “Fuck me,” I groaned as I realized what I’d done. I’d sexted my ex-boyfriend’s older brother. I’d talked dirty to him and orgasmed with him. Fuck, we’d even fallen asleep on the phone together.

“Chandler Andretti, are you there?”I texted into the phone. I needed to be one hundred percent certain before I screamed.

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