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No reply.
No typing bubble.
No read receipt.
Just that blank, cold space where a replyshouldbe.
Another five minutes passed.
I stared at the screen, watching it like it might change if I willed it hard enough, like my desire could summon him across time zones.
Nothing.
“Shit,” I thumbed the side of my phone, tempted to lock the screen and pretend I hadn’t just sent him a picture of my soaked panties like a woman possessed.
Maybe he didn’t see it. Maybe his phone is off. He’s probably asleep on his jet.
Or—worse—he’d already landed in Paris and was tied up in whatever underworld dealings had him flying halfway across the globe at a moment’s notice. Meetings. Deals. Enemies to intimidate.
Or. . .the one option that hurt my pride. . .maybe he opened it and. . .wasn’t impressed.
Did I just make a fool of myself?
I pressed the phone to my chest and resisted the urge to throw it across the futon.
This is what I get for trying to be bold and match his energy.
But before dark shame could bloom even more inside me. . .
Knock.
Knock.
My head snapped toward the door.
What the fuck? Who is that? It’s too early for any guests.
The sound came again.
Knock.
Knock.
Who the fuck is it?
Chapter five
Initiating Panty Protocol
Nyomi
The person knocked again.
I slid off the futon and stood.
My long nightshirt fell around my thighs.
I padded across the room, wondering who it could be. It was too damn early for any of Zo’s friends to come by.
