He studies me for a beat and then chuckles. “Your loss.”
Chapter 4
Liam
Lottie
Where are you, Liam?
Xander
He’s in New York.
Lottie
Are you kidding me? The Locks are coming.
Aren’t you in Paris?
Lottie
Dad made me come since it’s your engagement dinner.
It’s not.
Xander
Mom will geta headache.
Lottie
Exactly and I will have to entertain them.
I didn’t invite them.
Lottie
You were just gone for a month!
I know.
Lottie
Don’t be an asshole. I’m returning to Paris in three days. Will you be back home by then?
Xander
Doubt that.
I’m resigning.
The water beats down on my muscles, melting the past hour away.
I don’t know what’s more shocking. That I slept with a stranger, or that I enjoyed it.
Getting off isn’t a hobby. It’s maintenance. A physiological necessity I usually handle with my hand, or—on rare occasions—an anonymous blowjob.
But what happened next door was different.
