Promiscuous (Tease 2)

“That’s really is none of your business, is it?”

“Look, I’m with her now. I have to go. I will call you later.” I hung up as Beth walked back over to me with two heavily scooped cups of ice cream.

“Everything all right?” she asked, handing me a cup.

“Yes, fine. Mint choc-chip. Good choice,” I said, changing the subject. I turned quickly, running into someone. “Sorry—” I started, looking up. Oh, shit.

Dahlia’s mouth broke into a smile. “Roman.” Then she spotted Beth. Her eyes widened, then she turned back to me and winked. God only knows what she was thinking. Andrew stood behind Dahlia awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure whether to acknowledge me or not.

“Dahlia. Andrew.” I nodded. “This is my friend, Beth. Beth, these are some old friends of mine.”

Beth smiled and held out her hand. “Lovely to meet you,” she grinned.

“So, are you Roman’s girlfriend?” Dahlia asked, her voice curious. She looked from Beth to me. I knew exactly what she was thinking: When are you bringing her to the club?

“Just good friends, Dahlia. We better let you two get going. You don’t want to miss your movie,” I said pointedly, praying she would take the hint.

“What…oh, yes. The movie.” She raised her eyebrows at me and led Andrew away. I sighed, my heart pounding at the close call that had been. In all my time at the club, that was the first time I had ever run into any of its members.

That had been way, way too close.

Chapter Twenty

Beth

“So, how long have you known them?”

“Not that long.”

“How did you meet?” I pressed.

Roman was quiet for a moment. “We met through other friends. We catch up once a month for dinner and a few drinks.” He hesitated. What wasn’t he telling me?

“You seem . . . I don’t know. You’re so mysterious. I feel like I never know if you’re telling me the complete truth.”

“Some things don’t need to be told, Beth.” He held my gaze and gave me a small smile.

Which only left me wondering, what wasn’t he telling me?

Chapter Twenty-One

Beth

Things were going so well. I was very slowly beginning to feel like myself again. I could almost forget what had happened if I didn’t have to see Ivan almost every day. And Roman was . . . well, Roman. What could I say? He was amazing. Things were finally going right for me.

I was expecting Roman to arrive any minute when my phone began to ring. I checked the caller ID and nearly fainted. It was Coop. Coop was calling me. My heart began to pound.

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; Do I answer?

I clicked answer and held the phone to my ear, frozen.

“Beth?”

I closed my eyes, his voice melting through me. God I’d missed that sound.

“Hi,” I managed. I was in shock that I’d actually answered, and I think he was too. We had been emailing for a while, and texting—but talking? This was a big step for me.