Page 55 of Hunt Me
Iris:I’m not obsessed.
I grin at my screen, typing with one hand while reaching for my refilled whiskey with the other.
Me:Then why do you keep responding?
The three dots appear immediately. Disappear. Appear again.
Iris:Because you’re annoying.
Me:Because you can’t stop thinking about last night either.
Iris:Conceited asshole.
Me:You came three times, detka. Four, if we count the car.
Iris:I’m blocking you now.
Me:No, you’re not.
The dots appear. Stay there. I watch them, anticipation building.
Iris:What do you want from me?
Simple question. Complicated answer.
I want everything. Her submission. Her secrets. Her brilliant fucking mind and the body that comes with it.
Me:Dinner. Tomorrow night.
Iris:We already did dinner.
Me:And then I fucked you against every available surface in that building. Tomorrow we’ll try something different.
Iris:Like what?
Me:My bed.
The dots appear and disappear three times before her response finally comes through.
Iris:You’re impossible.
Me:Is that a yes?
“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Nikolai asks.
I glance up to find all three of my brothers staring.
I lock my phone screen, wiping the grin off my face. “No one.”
“Bullshit.” Dmitri leans forward, eyes gleaming. “You look like you just won the lottery.”
“Or got laid,” Erik adds helpfully.
I take a slow sip of whiskey, letting the burn ground me. “It’s called having a good day. You should try it sometime.”
“A good day.” Nikolai’s tone suggests he’s not buying it. “While we’re cleaning up the Frankfurt mess that’s costing us millions?”
“I said I’m working on it.”
