Page 25 of Sext Me, Baby

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“Exactly,” he says with a chuckle. Then his green eyes dip briefly to my chest before flicking back up to meet mine. “You feeling okay? You look a little…flushed.

Oh my God, he knows. No, that’s not logical, he wouldn’t know. Unless I wasn’t as quiet as I thought. Jesus, kill me now.“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. You know what they say, it’s hell to get old.”

Will arches a dubious brow at me. “I think you’ve got at least a couple of decades before you start falling apart. You’re anything but old.”

“Maybe so, but I’m plenty older than you, that’s for sure.”

His full lips curve into a wicked half-grin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Dear God, the man was starting to ooze the kind of bad-boy charm no woman could hold out against, especially not one still riding a sexual high from getting herself off in a café bathroom. “I have to go. Nice meeting you, Will,” I say, ready to make a hasty retreat.

“Nice meetingyou… Shoot, I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

I flash him a smile. “That’s because I didn’t give it to you.”

Then I book it over to my table, quickly pack up my stuff, and pull out my phone as I leave the coffee shop.

Sara:

Mission accomplished.

Operator 69:

That’s my good girl.

And now I’ll be finishing work with a raging hard-on.

Text me before you go to bed. I want all the dirty details.

Sara:

We’ll see.

Have a good day, Ian.

Operator 69:

Talk to you tonight, Sara. ??

Cocky bastard.And yet I can’t help but laugh because he’s right.

FIVE

Sara:

You there?

Operator 69:

Are you kidding?

I’ve been obsessively checking my computer, waiting to hear from you.

Sara:

You get my messages on your computer?

Operator 69:

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