Page 29 of Love Me, I Dare You

Billie: BTW, HoneyBees is fine. Opened an hour late, but we’re up and running.

I feel Nash hovering over me before he speaks. “You can tell her it’s true. I definitely know my way around a clit. I can find…”

Spinning around, I slap a palm over his mouth to shut him up before he says something I wouldn’t mind testing for myself. “Privacy, Nash. These are my texts. Don’t fucking read them.”

Nipping my finger, he backs away, hands up in the air in surrender, and his towel nearly falls to the floor.

My hands fly to cover my eyes. “Goddammit, Bishop. Go put some fucking clothes on and stay the hell out of my shower!”

He chuckles darkly on his way out of my room and I slam the door shut behind him. No, this will not work. I’m going to call Jase up right now and tell him to come get his friend the hell out of my apartment. If he wants his ass off the streets, then he can do it himself.

Dropping back down on the bed, I text Billie back, letting her know I’m fine and assuring her I’m orgasm free.

Me: Sorry Bills, I overslept. What I’m not sorry for is what I’m going to do to you when I see you. Thanks to you, I now know Nash does in fact know his way around a clit.

Me: Don't worry, I don’t know because he found mine, but because he read your messages!

Billie: You’re welcome. Bet he’s now riding his sexy little ass around town with those dirty thoughts in his mind about finding yours.

The thought of him doing exactly what Billie says excites me way more than it should.

Thirty minutes later I’m showered, dressed and quietly heading into my living room in case Nash is still up and moving around undressed. To my surprise, I find the apartment empty, the smell of coffee lingering around the room as I head into the kitchen. There I find a note posted on the whiteboard calendar I have hung up on the side of the refrigerator, right under today's date and to-do list. Saturday’s I open the HoneyBees in order to leave early and run errands before closing up at the bar.

To-Do:

Try out the new lemon blueberry scone recipe with the freeze-dried blueberry compote filling instead of fresh fruit.

Drop off the dress I’m supposed to wear for my parents' anniversary dinner next week at the dry cleaners. (Tell mama it was “accidentally” ruined and buy myself another I’d actually wear again.)

Buy groceries

Unpack two boxes from the living room

Get Nash a copy of my key

Wear the lime green lace bra Nash found on my floor along with the matching bottoms I know you have.

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