Page 27 of Anger Bang
KADE:I write true crime.
For a few minutes, his phone remained obnoxiously quiet. No incoming text vibrations. No rings. No nothing. He wasn’t pissed. The conversation didn’t matter anyway. And another thing—
His phone buzzed and his whole mood lightened in half a heartbeat.
Sucker.
Fuck off, brain.
THEA:Holy shit. I just looked you up. Nice author photo.
KADE:Googling me is a rules violation.
THEA:So what are you going to do about it? ;)
She just added in an emoji? And not even a full one but the weird kind where it was just punctuation? Like a boomer? And he was smiling?
Fuck me running. You are so screwed.
For once, he didn’t have an argument to make with that annoying voice of reason.
KADE:You’ll find out tomorrow.
THEA:Don’t remind me about morning yoga.
KADE:Better get your Zs, then.
THEA:I’m already all snuggled in.
KADE:Oh yeah? You’re in your PJs?
Too much? Not enough? He had no fucking clue, but his heart rate stayed jacked up while he waited for the fuck-you response that she was probably in the middle of composing.
THEA:Like you earlier today, I’m commando. Night, Kade.
Kade stared at his phone, hoping against reality that she’d send photographic proof of that, but he knew better.
He tossed his phone down onto the bed and then closed his eyes and pictured how she looked the other night with her legs spread, the way she’d bit down on her bottom lip as she came all over his fingers. Fuck. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke it when his phone buzzed next to him. Thea’s name flashed on the screen, along with an alert of an incoming photo. Still holding his dick, he picked it up and swiped up to reveal a picture of Thea’s bare leg curled around a twisted white sheet. He swiped and revealed a second picture showing a sheet draped across her naked hip with her hand wrapped around the material as if she was about to pull it back. Mouth dry and cock hard from anticipation, he swiped again, more than ready to see the next photo in the progression.
Instead of Thea, though, it was an animated T. rex covered in confetti, dancing to that old Rick Astley song. She’d Rickrolled him. Despite his and his cock’s legit disappointment, he busted out laughing.
Oh, she’d pay for that tomorrow. Yoga was about to get a lot more interesting.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Thea thanked the synth-pop gods that she wasn’t being forced to wear yoga gear from four decades ago. Instead, she walked out of her RV under the midmorning blue sky in her softest dinosaur-covered leggings and T-shirt decorated with a cartoon of a T. rex trying (and failing) to carry all of its grocery bags from the car to its house in one trip. Poor short-armed dino.
At least Kade would be there, she reminded herself as she started down the path from her RV to the designated yoga space. That would make being up this early with a bunch of people who did daily yoga a little more fun.
Her breath caught, and she stumbled over her own two feet, sending her off the asphalt path.
Wait. Why would Kade being there make a difference?
It shouldn’t. It didn’t. She just hadn’t had coffee yet to bring her brain online. That was all.
After all, she didn’t evenknowthe guy. The whole point of their little agreement was that they were in a mutually beneficial situation—not a relationship, not even a possibility of that. They were simply participating in an experiment for the week.
Kade was a nice enough guy for a hookup, and that’s all this was—nothing more.
