Page 111 of Text Me Baby One More Time

“Goddamn, woman!” I shield my eyes. “That’s bright!”

“Well?”

“Well what, you impatient little shit? It’s still ringing.”

Denny huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot. I can’t help but laugh at her again. She looks so fucking cute when she’s upset, especially when she’s still rocking that post-orgasm glow. Her hair is a mess, her dress is wrinkled, and it’s obvious she’s been up to no good.

The line trills in my ear and I’m about to hang up when I finally hear Braxton’s voice fill the speaker.

“You already fucked it up, didn’t you?”

“First of all, fuck you. Second of all, no—well, not in the sense you’re thinking at least. Please tell me you’re still here.”

“Hell no. I bounced quick. Idohave a life outside of philanthropic events, ya know. Why? What’s up?”

I groan. “Fuck. Well, see, what had happened was…”

His deep laugh fills the line. “Nothing good ever starts with those words.”

“I kind of sort of locked myself…and Denny…in a closet.”

He’s quiet…quiet enough that I think he’s hung up, so I check the line.

Nope, he’s still there.

“Braxton?”

“I’m sorry,” he says through laughter. “But did you twofuckat a charity gala?”

“I…” I try to come up with a lie, but nothing sounds right, so I settle for the truth. “Yes.”

“Oh shit.” More laughter. “You’re a mess, Clark, a real fuckin’ mess. If the coaches caught wind of this…”

“I know, I know. I’d be out on my ass, but it was a necessary risk to take.”

“Was it? Couldn’t have waited until you got back to your room?”

“I’m sorry, but did youseethat dress?” I whisper into the phone. “You know what, don’t answer that.”

“I’m shaking my head at you, Clark.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Maybe try calling Joe? He’s still there, second to last to leave.”

“Son of a bitch,” I complain through gritted teeth.

That bastard Braxton laughs again.

“I am thinking really hard of turning around right now, though, if that makes you feel any better. I’m so tempted to do it just to see Joe let you out.”

“I’m hanging up on you, dick.”

“Good luck, Clark.”

The line goes dead.

“He can’t help us?”

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