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I see Lake’s truck pull up behind, and Tessa gets out of the passenger side, and then Penelope climbs out of her car when she sees her.
Good, at least Lake and Tessa are out here with her.
Penelope glances over to find me standing with the door open to the bar and the smile she had on fades quickly.
I turn and head into the bar and type an instant message from my email accounts.
Here goes nothing.
Penelope
WinTheDay067: I meant it. Did you?
I get a notification that I’ve never received before from my email instant messenger. I knew we were obviously emailing back in real time but this… this feels real.
He’s on the other line waiting for my messenger that he’ll get right now and then respond immediately.
SkatrGirlPen: Yes I did but why didn’t you say anything before?
WinTheDay067: You were tutoring me…
SkatrGirlPen: So you thought it would be inappropriate because I was tutoring you?
WinTheDay067: The only thing inappropriate is what I’ve wanted to do to you.
WinTheDay067: But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by asking to come to your dorm for an in-person tutoring session when I had no intention of studying.
Oh!
The nerve endings in my clit tingle the moment I read his response and I readjust on my barstool, taking a quick look around the table to make sure that none of my friends are watching me.
They aren’t. They’re celebrating with their significant others over the win tonight.
SkatrGirlPen: You should have asked. What would you have done if I let you come over?
I glance across the bar to find Slade sitting at the bar. He’s engrossed in his phone as he sits next to Reeve, waiting for Oakley to bring them their drinks.
A few women that I’ve never seen here before stand nearby, stirring lazily at their martinis in hand, sending looks Slade’s way. But he either hasn’t noticed them or is too busy checking his DMs from wild fans.
Whatever has his undivided attention on that phone must be enthralling because he hasn’t looked away once as his finger type feverishly.
Then, I remember my own conversation.
I check my phone, waiting for a response.
What if Win looks like Slade?
That muscular body, those full lips, and those gorgeous hazel eyes.
What if Win has arms covered in tattoos that he could wrap around me and hold me against him?
What if he has Slade’s thick, impressive cock dangling between his thighs.
Ever since I saw Slade naked in the shower, with his erection reaching out towards me, an alternate version of what might have happened if I hadn’t stormed out has made a regular appearance in my fantasy lately, though I wish I could stop it.
A message dings and breaks my stare at the man across the bar.
WinTheDay067: I’d be happy to describe it in great detail. But are you sure you want to go down this road?
