She sounded breathless, like she was walking.
“I wanted to let you know you forgot your tablet here. Give me your address and I’ll bring it to you.”
“I did?” I could hear her rustling around. “Well, shit. I live in Washington Heights but I’m not even home yet, so don’t worry about it tonight.”
“Where are you?”
“Just passed Forty-second.”
“You’re only halfway home, then. Do you want to wait for me somewhere and I’ll bring it to you?” I was worried she wasn’t going to have what she needed for other clients. I wasn’t worried about me. I’d been waiting ten years, I could wait another week.
“No, no, it’s fine. Thanks. Oh, can I ring you back? My roommate is calling.” Felicia sounded frazzled.
“Sure. Talk to you soon.”
I ended the call. “You can stay. She’s not even home, so she doesn’t want me to bring it.”
“Good, because I wasn’t leaving.” Sean put his feet on my coffee table.
“You are not the company I want tonight,” I said wryly. “Now take this tablet away from me before I read any more of her texts.”
Too late. One popped up on the screen.
I should have gone back to his flat and begged him to go down on me.
I groaned and tossed the tablet toward Sean. “Fuck.”
“Damn,” he said.
I couldn’t take it. I had to let her know I could see the texts.
So I sent her a text of my own.
You should have.
Should have what?
Come back to my apartment. No begging necessary. I would have gone down on you.
The bubble came up, then disappeared. Then she sent a head exploding emoji.
I smiled. My phone rang.
It was Felicia.
Three
Reading Michael’s text had made my heart jump into my throat and both my hands come off the pole I was clinging to on the subway. I needed to go back and reread my texts from the group message with my girlfriends. Oh my God. It was exactly what I had said.
And meant.
How the bloody hell could Michael know that?
I was mortified. I was embarrassed. I was very, very turned on.
So I rang him.
“Hi, Felicia.”