Talk Flirty To Me (Cheap Thrills 4)

That didn’t mean I’d lived like a monk, hell no. I’d had girlfriends, some great - some not so great, but they were all females who were clever, quiet, and who didn’t go out looking for attention. All I wanted was peace.

So having this secret, I could do something for me that no one knew about.

“Ok,” I agreed, pulling up the book in front of me.

I currently had my computer on with the recording equipment and software ready to go, my iPad, which was what had the book on it, and my phone that was on speakerphone with Karen.

“We’re going to switch to the dual recording function, so you’ll be able to hear me while I read, but you can hang your phone up,” she said, and I heard the sound of rustling after it.

Agreeing and going into the recording file, I hung up and got ready to go.

This should be easy enough. I was the main voice for this chapter and she would read the female parts, then she was the main voice for the next chapter and I’d read the male parts. How hard could it be?

KatyElodie was finally asleep in her bed in her kick-ass room, so I went about getting ready in my own room. It had been a freaking long day, and I was now running on fumes, so the only thing I wanted was my comfy bed that felt like I was sleeping on a cloud.

Padding across the rug, I’d just sat down when I heard the deep tones of Jarrod through the wall. That was unusual because I was certain he’d said his study was the room I shared a wall with, and it sounded like he was talking to someone.

Leaning closer and trying not to breathe so I could hear it, I listened in. And this is where the saying curiosity killed the cat most likely came from – but it was curiosity killed the Katy heart.

I shouldn’t have listened in, or I should have put the last episode of The Witcher on seeing as how I’d fallen asleep during it when I’d watched it at Jarrod’s.

“You’re going to take five from my hand, baby,” his deep voice said. “Once you’ve had your punishment, I’m going to eat you and fuck you.”

“I don’t think I earned five,” a female voice argued.

“Keep going and I’ll double it. Now take your punishment and you’ll get your rewards.”

“Yes, Master.”

What. The. Fuck.

There was a pause and then he said, “I love my baby’s pussy. It’s so tight, hot, wet… fucking sweet. Never had pussy like it, never.”

There was another pause, and then, “Harder, Master. Baby wants it hard.”

Ever felt like someone had stuck a spoon in your chest, one of those soup ladle ones, and just ripped your heart out? That’s what I felt at that moment. Not only was the crush I’d had on Jarrod shattered, but he was fucking someone in the room next to mine. Did he know I could hear it? Was he doing it to make a point?

Curling up on my side, I put my pillow over my head and struggled to breathe through the tears that were coming. They were at that point where it felt like you had a tidal wave coming up from your chest, so much so that your sinuses were clogged, you couldn’t swallow around it, but you hadn’t even shed a tear yet.

I’d gone from flying high to crashing to the ground in twenty-four hours, as had my hopes and dreams that were based on Jarrod Kline.SevenJarrodIt was fair to say I disliked dual narration books. It might be different if we read the scenes independently and meshed them together, but at the same time? Total dislike.

Closing my front door behind me, I stepped over the short fence that separated my garden from Katy’s and walked to her front door. I’d said I’d watch Elodie while she showered until they established a routine, so that’s what I was doing now.

Knocking on the door, I waited, then knocked again. Finally, it opened, and I saw Katy in a hoodie and shorts with Elodie waving at me on her hip.

“Morning, ladies,” I held my hands out to the baby and waited to see what she’d do. After a short assessment, she held her own out to me, so I leaned in and picked her up. “Have you had breakfast, Miss Elodie?”

She gave back some giggles and head nods as Katy moved back from the door - further than she normally would - to let me in.

“What about Miss Katy, have you had your breakfast?”

Closing the door, she kept her head down and started moving toward the stairs. “I’ll just shower.”

Looking back at the baby who was watching her aunt, I moved to the kitchen and saw the remnants of toast on the tray attached to her highchair. “Did you keep your aunt up all night, young lady? Poor Aunt Katy’s tired.”