ltiple times rapidly, then nothing for ten minutes. “It’s not the smoke detector.”
Then I spotted it. “Oh, Felicia left her tablet here. She must have forgotten it when she put her boots on.” I picked it up, intending to turn it off or stick it in a drawer until I could return it so I didn’t have to listen to the notifications pinging.
Only I realized that her texts were popping up in the right-hand corner and one included my name. Unless Felicia knew more than one Michael.
It would be wrong to shag Michael after one dinner, right? Tell me not to shag him.
Hell, yeah. The words went straight to my cock and I pictured Felicia naked in my bed, her dark hair spread across my white linen sheets.
“Look at this,” I said to my brother. “She wants to have sex with me.”
“You shouldn’t be reading that.” But Sean took the tablet anyway and said, “Damn. She’s definitely DTF. Down to fuck. Plan accordingly.”
I reached down and picked up my glass. I couldn’t sit back down. I had a hard-on now. “She’s crazy, isn’t she? That has to be the catch.” It seemed too good to be true.
“For wanting to have sex with you? Definitely.”
“Shut up, dick. You know what I mean.”
“Oh, for sure,” he said, cheerfully. “Beautiful, single, lies easily. You could definitely wind up with a stalker.”
* * *
That made me roll my eyes. “That seems like an overreaction.”
“Crazy women are great in bed. Just enjoy the ride before she starts slowly and methodically ruining your life.”
“I’m not worried about that.” I wasn’t actually worried about anything. I was excited. Intrigued.
“Her friends are mostly telling her not to have sex except the one is saying she can’t really give advice on restraint since she had sex with her fiancé after he gave her a ride home.” Sean looked up at me. “My kind of girl.”
I gave a soft laugh. “Someday you’re going to fall head over ass for a woman and I’m going to love watching you squirm and resist.” I reached out for the tablet. “And you’re right—we shouldn’t be reading those.”
“Even though she says if you came over right now, she’d ride you like a mechanical bull?”
Fuck. I got even harder. “She did not say that.” Knowing Sean, he was just yanking my chain.
He shrugged. “Look for yourself. Trust me, I would not make that up.” He handed me the tablet back.
I studied the screen. There it was. Almost word for word what Sean had said.
“Get out,” I told him.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“You need to get the fuck out. I’m going to take this tablet back to her.” Only a fucking idiot wouldn’t take advantage of the opportunity.
“Right now?” Sean shook his head. “You can’t do that. She’ll know you read those texts and then you’ll just look like an asshole. A horny asshole.”
“No, she won’t. We didn’t open any of them. They just pop up, then disappear. When she logs in with her password they’ll show on her tablet as unread. Besides, I’m sure she wants it back as soon as possible. She took pictures of Becca’s clothes to list for sale.”
“You still have Becca’s clothes? That’s not weird or anything.”
“I didn’t know what to do with them. I don’t know. They’re in her closet and I just kept the door shut.” I didn’t think it was that weird. Well. Maybe ten years made it kind of weird.
I grabbed my phone and called Felicia.
“Hello?”