I wonder in that instant how many women he fucked in this room before me. How many of those women on that phone stood in this exact spot waiting to get their turn. "What about the phone?"
"I don't use this phone often." He qualifies, "It's a phone I used to use in Boston. I got a new number when I moved here last year."
"What?"
"I rarely check it anymore," he says it so flippantly, as if that's going to explain away all the names, numbers and illicit messages sitting on that phone.
"My number is in that phone." I raise my voice even louder. "I'm just one of the Jessicas you have in there. How do you keep us all straight?"
He closes his eyes briefly as if to temper what he wants to say. "You're overreacting. You need to sit down so I can explain."
"I'm not sitting down." I can barely breathe. "You can't explain that." I reach for the phone but he snatches it up before I'm even near it.
"I will explain it." He's so arrogant and smug. What an asshole.
"Start with the thanks for yesterday text. That woman can't get enough of your tongue."
He picks up the phone and runs his thumb across the screen before his eyes scan the messages. "That's Sarah. I haven't fucked her in more than a year."
I shake my head at the illogical response. "Nathan, yesterday doesn't mean a year ago."
"She was thanking me for helping her out of a legal bind." He shrugs his shoulders as if that's magically going to make her tongue comment disappear.
"What the fuck does your tongue have to do with her legal issues?"
"She wanted me to fuck her again. Actually, she wanted me to eat her out so she kept talking about my tongue but it hasn't gone anywhere near her in a long time." He smirks at his own words. He actually thinks this is funny.
"You expect me to believe that?" My foot starts tapping. There's no way he's telling the truth. His head was probably buried between her thighs last night when he got to Boston.
His jaw tightens. "It's the truth, Jessica."
"Bullshit," I spit out.
Cursing under his breath he runs his thumb over the screen of the phone again. He taps it lightly and the room fills with the sound of a phone ringing. He's calling someone, right in the middle of this.
A woman's voice flows over the speakerphone. "Nathan? Is that you?"
"It's me." His tone is unreadable. "How are you, Sarah?"
What. The. Fuck.
"Horny." She giggles. "Are you in town?"
"No," he says gruffly. "How did that issue with your sister turn out?"
"What?" He's caught her off guard. She's not going to be part of his rouse. He's about to get busted.
"Sarah," he exhales harshly. "That advice I gave you last week, did you take it?"
Silence fills the air and then she finally speaks again. "I got her to call your lawyer friend. It helped her a lot. Thanks again for arranging that for her."
He cocks a brow at me. I don't respond. So what if he helped one of his fuck buddies with something? There's still that small issue of his tongue and her body.
"When's the last time we fucked, Sarah?"
She practically moans. "Do you want to do it now? I can come to wherever you are. Just tell me where."
"When is the last time we fucked?" he repeats, stringing out every word.