Page 87 of The Playboy

My God, that had been far too close.

I couldn’t let that happen again. I didn’t want Macon to find out that way.

I needed to tell him the truth.

I needed to come clean.

Not now, but very soon.

With my chest still heaving, I took out my phone and read his reply.

Macon

I can do early, but three hours ago is a kind of early I don’t want to fuck with.

When can I see you?

Me

See me?

Macon

Yes. As in take you out, spend time with you. Kiss you again.

My thumbs hovered above the screen as I thought of just minutes ago, when he had been so close that he could have kissed me.

Me

Soon.

Macon

Not a good enough answer. Tonight?

I had so much homework. I wouldn’t be able to get it all done this afternoon. I needed this evening too. Tomorrow, I had to work, but I could wrap up my homework right after and be free before dinnertime.

But that meant I was agreeing to a date with a man I’d just hidden from.

I would be squeezing in more time to get to know him, allowing things to move in a deeper direction.

Could I keep the potential interview and Macon completely independent of one another?

Do I want to do that?

Am I really seeking more? Of him? Us?

When I just pretended to clean the door so he wouldn’t see that I was the housekeeper who was going to tidy his room next?

I ran my tongue across my lips, gradually drawing in air, and as my thumbs touched the screen, I let my body and my heart type the reply.

Me

Tomorrow night.

Macon

Wear the black dress …

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