Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

Mal: You get a sweet dedication?

Lacey: No, Mattie—That's what I call him. Mattie didn't really appreciate the way I tore his heart out. He didn't want to give me credit for inspiring him.

Mal: Men and their egos, huh?

Lacey: Story of my life.

I laugh. I can't remember the last time I laughed this much in this short a duration of time. It's not that I'm humorless. More that I'm always the serious one.

Mal: What about a small album you've inspired? One that wouldn't crush my ego.

Lacey: Ah, well, I don't want to make you feel bad about the indie bands with credibility, the ones who would call you a sellout.

Mal: Convenient.

Lacey: Trust me, Mal, it's for your benefit.

Mal: Is my ego that fragile?

Lacey: The bigger they are…

Mal: Why do I feel a dick joke coming on?

Lacey: I've got nothing, sorry.

Mal: Me either.

Lacey: You're still firmly in booty call territory btw.

Mal: Am I?

Lacey: Very much.

Mal: Should I talk about the weather?

Lacey: It was hot as balls today.

Mal: I think it was more the cute brunette under me.

Lacey: That did make me acutely aware of the shitty air conditioning.

I let memories of her body under mine fill my head. My cock begs me to turn this into an actual booty call. She wants to fuck me. She wants to come on my face. She wants me splitting her in half.

Lacey: I can't believe I'm about to tell the hot guy I met at work this, but I won't be able to make my deadline if you keep flirting with me.

My lips curl into a smile. I love that she's choosing work over flirting with me. Most of the women I meet immediately throw away everything in their lives to spend time with me. That's how I get into the mess I got into with Natalie.

But Lacey has her priorities and they don't include me.

Whatever she believes, that's how I like it.

I'm not breaking another heart anytime soon. Maybe that doesn't have to mean keeping my jeans zipped.

Mal: It's not often a woman hints I should get lost.

Lacey: I can't believe it either. I think I'm going to wake up tomorrow and hate my past self for passing up the chance to invite Malcolm Strong into my bed.

Mal: What about Mal, the guy you met at work?