Page 4 of Room 4 Rent

Our eyes lock, and I swear on all the half-eaten chicken nuggets in the back seat of my van, electricity hums between us. I take a step back. Or maybe I was humming. No, no, I was tsking him. “Okay, boy, I realize you might be into the whole cougar thing, but I’m married.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, grinning. “He doesn’t have to know.”

Oh my God. “Aren’t you late for school?”

“No, not really. I got time. Your seats fold down in the back of that van?”

Is he serious?I can’t tell. What do you think? I arch an eyebrow. “Who says I drive a van?”

“Lucky guess?”

The kid he’s with laughs, shaking his head. Though his attention the entire time has been on his phone, I know he’s been listening to this. “We’re late, Reins.”

I slide my eyes back to Cason, the one intently waiting on my words. “Yeah, I drive a van.” Stepping away completely, I raise my cum cup again. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Like I said, anytime.”

Smiling, I make my way to my van, dodging raindrops, and a stream of water in the parking lot. Cason Reins. I know his name now, and I’ll probably Insta-stalk him later. The thought reminds me that my phone isn’t working.

Inside my car, I try my cell phone again. This time I get a representative that asks me if I’d like to reinstate my service by paying my bill. What the fuck? Really?

As I sit there trying to figure out if I’m a victim of identity theft and suddenly all my information, bank, and cell phone have been compromised, I can’t stop thinking about that kid and his freaking smile.

I’m married. I’m… pissed at my husband for not paying the fucking cell phone bill. Ugh. One thing’s certain though. I won’t be telling him about college coffee guy. That’s my little treasure nugget for the day. And believe me, sister, you need that when you’re married.

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