Page 61 of Trouble from Abroad
Chest rising. Hair a mess. Lips curled into a smile that might kill me.
I stare. Speechless.
Afraid I may never recover from this.
Certain, either way, I’m utterly fucked.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
preston
I march to the car,and Lily follows.
The whole ride to her school is uncomfortable—physically and morally.
My body’s tense, my thoughts are colliding, and I’m pretty sure my soul has clocked out. I watch my knuckles go white on the steering wheel. Either I hold on, or I lose my goddamn mind.
My kid is fully absorbed in her Spanish lessons, and I briefly contemplate investing in the app. Not sure if it’s gratitude to the developer or just good sense.
After kissing Lily goodbye and sending her off with her sparkly backpack and not a care in the world, I park down the block, open my phone, and start typing.
Preston
I thought I’d give you time to rest. Maybe some space.
But you don’t need that, do you?
Fuck no, she doesn’t. She’s twenty-eight. Probably doesn’t even know what a refractory period is. It’s me who needs the blue pill.
I glance down at my lap.
Well. Not anymore, I don’t.
I decide to put her drive to the test.
Preston
Lesson #2.
Get that pink little thing back on your clit.
But turn your voice notes on first.
I want to hear it this time. Loud and clear.
Timer for three minutes. Edge, but don’t finish.
Three dots. Typing.
Mia
Dr. Preston, we both have somewhere to be, and we can’t be late.
She’s playing it cool, but I know better. I can practically hear the smirk in her text.
Preston
Lie down in bed, or I’m coming back and pinning you there myself.
