Page 121 of Ruthless Heir
I burst out laughing and my heart flutters. We never talk like this. All his previous messages were so businesslike and lacked humanity.
Me:
Your father is a very interesting man.
Him:
He is. But you interest me more.
My breath catches and my toes curl.
Me:
Do I?
Him:
Yes. So much more. What are you wearing?
My entire body heats at the question and I think of taking a walk on the wild side again.
Me:
Nothing.
The blue dots start jumping like they’re going to leap off the screen.
Him:
Fuck.
I laugh, probably sounding crazy because I’m all by myself.
Him:
Send me a picture.
I bite the side of my lip. I’ve never done that before but for him I would.
Me:
Okay, but only if I get a picture, too.
Him:
What kind of picture do you want?
Me:
A dick pic.
Him:
Give me an hour. Now send me yours.
It’s a good thing I do have the house to myself because the next few hours see me sending naked pictures of myself to him.
And he, Mr. Serious Billionaire, does the same.
