Page 36 of Ignite

Chapter 12

HALLIE

“Does he not have any social media at all?” Lily whines, reaching for the wine bottle.

I’ve opted for whiskey instead.

“Nope. Nada. Just trust me—he’s sculpted like a Greek god. Hung like one too. Ink on every inch of his skin. And the mouth on him? I’m pretty sure he could get me off with his words alone.”

“You’re blushing!” she squeals, her blue eyes lighting up.

I bite back a grin.

“A girl can fantasize. It was one time. That’ll be enough to keep me going.”

She rolls her eyes and flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Does it have to be only one time? I mean, you didn’t even get to the good part, right? You’re not working tonight... text him.”

I shake my head.

“No. I can’t. It’s too complicated. His brother is my boss. And who’s to say he even wants me again? He doesn’t strike me as the type to go back for seconds.”

Lily frowns and taps her rings against the rim of her glass.

“Give me your phone.” She holds out her hand.

“No!”

“You’re not telling me something. You can’t sit still, and you’re twirling your thumbs. Spit it out.”

I let out a huff. The only downside to having a best friend is she can read me like a goddamn book.

“He texted me earlier today.”

She grins like it’s Christmas.

“Saying?”

“Hi, trouble. You okay?”

I chew the inside of my cheek. I don’t know what I expected. More? Less? Nothing?

Resting my chin on my palm, I wait for her verdict.

“And you replied what?” she asks.

“Nothing.” I scrunch my face up. “I messed up, didn’t I?”

She nods, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. You did. Reply to him.”

I don’t want to admit I got scared. That I assumed he’d be done. I bailed on him. He didn’t even get inside me. I figured he’d lose interest.

And now I feel shitty for assuming that. I guess I haven’t had many experiences that proved otherwise.

Men usually want one thing.

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