Page 323 of The Tempted

Me: Meow.

I hit send, immediately dropping my phone and covering my face with my hands.

I did not just do that.

I picked up my phone, wincing when I confirmed my stupidity.

Me: Delete that.

Tiger: Roar. LOL

Me: I said delete it. I meant to text it to someone else.

Tiger: Are your pants on fire, Kitten?

He should only know. I clenched my legs together and chose to ignore his question.

Me: What are you doing?

Tiger: What are you doing?

Me: You first.

Tiger: Watching the game with the guys.

Me: Out with Mia.

Tiger: You went back home already?

Me: Tomorrow. She came into the city for the night and we’re going back home together tomorrow afternoon.

Tiger: Are you on the prowl?

Me: Maybe.

Tiger: Stay safe.

Huh? Okay, not exactly the answer I was hoping for from him. I decided to put my phone away before I did any more damage. Mia found her way back to me and instead of ordering another round, we took off to another bar.

The night was young.

And this “Kitten” was on the prowl.

“The Jets don’t have a chance, not after Decker blew that touchdown,” Bones said, shoving a handful of potato chips into his mouth.

“It’s only the third quarter,” I retorted, popping open my beer and glancing down at my phone. An hour and a half had passed since I texted Lauren back. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing and what version of herself she was when she went out with her friend. Whether it be the good girl bit or the good girl gone bad. I’m sure she had guys dropping to their knees.

I leaned over, placing my beer on the table and texted her again.

Me: I should’ve brought my library card because I’m definitely checking you out.

Kitten: You got more game than half the men here.

Me: Where are you?

Kitten: Salty Dog.

Me: Bay Ridge? I thought you were in Manhattan.

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