Page 46 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Me
That thing gave me a jumpscare! But yes, it worked. Can I go home now?
Jax
You’re not getting away that easily. Take the plug and the lube and head over to the public bathroom in the bus station acrossthe road.
Me
No. Way. You’re insane.
Jax
This ain’t a request, Sugar.
Me
Make me, Texan-Brat-Tamer.
Jax
If you gave me lip like this in real life, I’d fuck your bratty mouth until tears stream down your pretty face.
But what am I saying? I reckon you’d never meet me, anyway. You’d be too scared. Hell, you’re already afraid of getting caught with the plug.
I slap the steering wheel. God, I’m starting to hate this guy! Even through text I can tell how smug he is, taunting me like that.
Me
I’m not scared.
Jax
All hat and no cattle, as we say in Texas. If you ain’t scared, prove it.
Huffing, I stuff the toy and the mini lube in my bag and leave the car. Fuck Jax and his overbearing, snarky attitude. I’m spontaneous and wild and sexy. I can do this.
Anxious lust already overpowers my anger while I’m waiting at the crosswalk. The closer I get to the bus station, the wetter my pussy gets, and I slide my thighs together with each step.
I skulk through the crowded lobby past lines of peoplewaiting to buy bus tickets. Chatter echoes through the space, but my pulse drowns it out like a drum pounding in my head.
I step into the ladies’ room, and my heart drops into my stomach. A heavy scent of bleach hangs in the air and everything looks clean, but it’s crowded. Three women stand at the sinks, washing their hands and refreshing their makeup. Four of the five stalls are occupied.
I’m supposed to put that plug up my ass in here? If I make the tiniest sound, everybody will know what I’m doing.
Chickening out would prove Jax right. He’d never let me hear the end of it, and I can’t help but wonder if this is a test for me—one I stupidly and desperately want to pass.
I go into the last free stall by the wall and lock the door before I text Jax.
Me
You’ll be paying my bail if I get arrested for public indecency. “That ain’t a request.” Just fyi, that’s sarcasm. I’m mocking you.
Jax
If you don’t keep that attitude in check, I’ll show you what a real punishment is. Don’t make me visit you to teach you a lesson in obedience.
A bolt of lust shoots through my center. Surely, he wouldn’t travel up here because I’m being a brat? Or does that mean if I keep antagonizing him, he’ll come find me and?—
