Page 8 of Final Temptation
A smile grew across my face. I couldn’t tell you the last time a man had taken actual interest in my life like Myles was right now.
Me: I’m not really sure…and that’s what pisses my dad off the most. He thinks I’m making a mistake by going back to school to figure it out. So, he let me go. He made it very clear that he wasn’t going to help me out if going back to school was what I chose to do.
Myles: Damn. So, what are you doing for work now?
Me: Not a damn thing—hence why I’ve been so lonely. I’m living off my savings, which will only get me so far. So, I’ve been trying to figure out what my next step is. I’ve considered selling feet pics on Only Fans, that should pay a pretty penny don’t you think?
Myles: LOL don’t resort to the feet.
Snapping a quick shot of my feet with my bright lavender polish, I pressed send.
Me: You don’t think these bad boys would do well?
Myles: I’m not sure I’m the right person to ask since I don’t have a foot fetish. But your legs…now those could make a pretty penny.
My cheeks warmed at his compliment, even if we were only joking.
Me: Good to know. I think the smarter move would be renting out my second room.
Myles: Anyone come to mind?
Me: Not a clue. My circle of trust isn’t that big, and I can’t see myself renting out my room to some random from Craigslist.
Myles: Do you trust me?
Uh…what did that have to do with anything? I hardly trusted myself texting him right now.
Me: What is that supposed to mean? Are you thinking about moving out of your parent’s house?
Myles: Well, the day had to come eventually and now that I’ve been getting my shit together, I think it’s something I’d be able to take on. Something I want to do. Just another way to prove to myself that I’m a responsible adult. What better way to do that, than to take on all your own bills without your parents’ help?
One minute, we are talking about booty calls and feet pics, and the next thing I knew, I was divulging that I have a free room and he was looking to move out? How did our conversation get here?
I had to admit, there would be a certainappealto having a man around my apartment. Someone to keep the stranger dangers away. Someone to fix the janky dripping faucet. Someone to look at when I was bored, like tonight. There was a certain kind of charm in almost all of it, but there was one little problem…
Me: Your offer is tempting. But is that something we could manage? Being roommates? You know after our past…
Myles: Sophie, it was just one kiss. Six months ago. What could possibly go wrong?
My heart sped up.What could possibly go wrong?Well, Myles, let me get out my handy-dandy notebook and break it down for you.
Myles: Why don’t you sleep on my offer? We can talk soon, that is, if you want to.
Me: You’re right. I should sleep on this. My mind is a little foggy and could use some rest…
Myles: Goodnight, Sophie. Text me when you’ve had some time to think.
He listed his phone number in the message, and suddenly, this conversation felt a lot more personal than innocent back-and-forth banter on a dating app.
Me: Goodnight, Myles.
What could possibly go wrong?Just one kiss?Did he really just say that?
Why did it feel so much more than that for me? He made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal at all. That it would be an absolute breeze to cohabitate.
What could possibly go wrong? Uh, for starters, how about I could fall for the playboy that I swore to myself I’d never have feelings for?
I was bored. It was supposed to be a flirty, innocent conversation. Maybe it would lead to me pleasuring myselfat the end of the night. Just a few dirty martinis, some shameless dirty texts I’d forget about in the morning, and a toy buzzing between my legs.
