Page 131 of Right Man, Right Time
“Neither of them are here. You’re here, so help me. This is how she always is, trying to get me fucking turned on so I crack.”
“So then just tell her no.”
“I have,” I say. “She’s adamant. And for some reason, I keep falling further and further into her trap. I’m going to fully break. I can feel it.”
“Then break.” Posey throws his hands up in the air.
“I told you . . . I can’t.”
“Then I don’t know. Tell her that you hope she had a pleasurable time.”
“That’s shit advice.”
“Told you I wasn’t cut out for this.”
Grumbling under my breath, I text her back while Posey slowly leans toward me, trying to see what I’m typing.
“What, uh . . . what are you saying back?” he asks.
“What you told me to say. Hope she had a pleasurable time.”
“Noooo,” Posey practically yells as my finger hits send. “Don’t say that.”
“I already did. It’s sent. What the fuck, man?”
“What are you what the fucking me for?” he asks. “You said that’s shit advice. Why did you use it?”
“Because I’m losing my goddamn mind!”
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**OLLIE**
“You know,I really don’t want to be a part of this,” Ross says as he spins in my desk chair with a huge smile on his face.
Things went really well for Ross last night.
Really well . . .
“I sat here and listened to you give me a detailed description of how you sucked Ian Rivers off at his place. And you know that was shitty because of how much I’ve wanted Silas to let me do that.”
“I know, but did you have to say you fingered yourself?”
“Yes, I have to get his attention. Telling him I fingered myself is getting his attention.”
My phone beeps with a response, and with a sarcastic smile, I say, “See, got his attention.”
“What did he say?”
“Oh, now you’re interested.”
“Obviously, you have me invested. Just tell me.”
“Bet you he says something like . . . I wish I could taste your fingers.”
“Oh, that’s hot.”
“That’s because Silas is hot,” I say as I swipe to see the text message. Clearing my throat, I read it out loud. “Hope it was a pleasurable . . . time. What?”
