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I knew I shouldn't have told her.

"Hope…" Faith said, worry in her voice. "Are you really sure you want to get involved with a guy like that? You know what that type is like."

"I know exactly what he's like. The kind of guy who can show a girl a wild night."

"And is that the only thing you're looking for?"

"Yes!" I said, exasperated. "It's not like I'm going to fall in love with him. It was a one time thing."

"As long as you know what you're getting into."

I faked a casual expression I didn't quite feel. "He's hot. He's into me. I figured, why not go for it?"

"I guess that's fine. As long as he was a gentleman."

The memory of Ian asking if he should fuck me hard and fast made me squirm. "Um."

"Okay, fine, as long as he wasn't selfish about it."

"He definitely was not."

"That reminds me. I ran into one of those assholes when I dropped off your sketches."

"You saw someone famous? Who?"

"I don't know. Some arrogant jerk. Probably an actor. He came on strong. Like he expected me to fall over myself to be with him then and there."

I snorted. "Sounds about right. Most of the guys I work with are like that."

"Including Mr. Sexting?"

My phone buzzed again before I could answer.

"That him?" Faith asked. "I thought it was a one time thing."

"He just likes to tease me," I mumbled. "He does it to everyone."

As soon as I said it, a lump of something dark and heavy settled into my stomach.

Of course he did it to everyone. He would toy with me for a few days, sending me dirty messages to make me blush, and then he'd get bored and move on.

But they weren't always dirty.

You looked sobeautiful lying on that bed, naked and wanting.

Your lips were like heaven.

I loved the way you whispered my name.

I just knew you were something special.

Those messages mademe lightheaded and dizzy. They made my heart flutter like a thirteen year old girl with her first crush. They were almost… sweet. Sweet enough to leave me breathless.

But the majority of it was pure and utter filth.

I squirmed, trying to ignore the arousal rising between my legs, trying to ignore the liquid heat threatening to dampen my panties. It was no use.

"I'm going to bed."