Page 122 of Sexting His Assistant

Luka: There is.

Nina: Where?

I don’t answer.

Nina: Ugh, you’re so annoying.

Nina: You are a menace, so full of yourself. And that mouth!!!

Luka: You like my mouth and the thing it did to you.

Nina: I said be specific. I liked your mouth in a lot of places.

The phone nearly slips in my hand.

I go still.

That is the first thing she has sent that is not defensive, not joking around the edges, not pretending she is only reacting to me.

Luka: I’ll tell you where it is once you tell me.

Nina: I hate texting with you.

Luka: No, you don’t.

Nina: I like your mouth between my legs. Happy?

I close my eyes for one second.

My hand flexes on the steering wheel.

The car feels too small.

My trousers feel worse.

Luka: Very.

Nina: You are not supposed to say very.

Luka: I am supposed to lie?

Nina: You are supposed to be normal.

Luka: Too late.

Nina: Clearly.

I glance toward the entrance of her building.

No Misha yet.

Not that I have any business watching for him.

I should leave.

I do not.

Luka: Are you wet again?