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West glanced back at his boyfriend. “You trying to say something?”
“No, but sometimes it’s nice to have friends outside your immediate group.”
“Like Caleb?”
“Well, yeah, he was the first friend I made at Astor, and he still won’t say why he doesn’t want to hang with this group. So I have to make time outside of you.”
I glanced past the two lovebirds to the dance floor, where Travis was bumping and grinding with tonight’s latest conquest, and tried to come up with a way to excuse myself. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught up in a discussion about someone else’s business, and Caleb’s reason for not hanging out with our group was the one person who held all of my secrets—Travis.
JT kissed West’s cheek. “But don’t worry. You’re still my top priority.”
“I better be.”
I’d grabbed my drink, about to head back to where the rest of our crowd was milling, when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I stepped away from prying eyes, and when I pulled my phone out and saw a notification from FILTH on my screen, my heart began to thump wildly.
Mr. Carrington had texted back.
I wasn’t sure why I was so surprised, but seeing his nickname on my screen made me glance around to make sure no one else was looking. Not that anyone would know who it was, which was the exact reason I’d used it. Well, that, and because it fit him to a tee.
Archer “Filth” Carrington…
I ducked off to the side of the club and into a shadowed corner, where I opened the message.
FILTH:
I’m at home, it’s late. Good night.
Not the kind of response I’d been hoping for, but it was better than nothing. It was an open line of communication, and I had enough of a buzz happening that I was going to take it.
It is a good night. It could be better, though. What are you doing?
I grinned as I hit send. The message was generic enough that he couldn’t accuse me of overstepping. I was just being polite. Cordial.
The three dots that popped up made my pulse race. He was writing back. He hadn’t turned the phone off, which he’d do if he didn’t want to talk, right?
FILTH:
Reading through the quotes you dropped off at the office.
That was it. That was all he wrote. No question. No lead-in to a more in-depth conversation. Just a succinct response designed to make me lose interest.
It was a brilliant plan, really, and probably would’ve worked—if the very mention of him in his office didn’t bring to mind the sexy picture he made sitting behind his desk. The same desk I’d imagined him bending me over.
My cock jerked as I remembered the way he’d eyed my mouth this afternoon like he wanted another taste, and I had a feeling that if his friend hadn’t been there, he would’ve taken it.
I could come over and go through them with you if you like.
FILTH:
No.
The response was immediate, and I knew why. He didn’t trust himself around me. I’d seen it in his eyes today in the study room. I took another sip of my drink, and the alcohol hummed through me, making me bold.
Are you sure? I did volunteer to help.
FILTH:
