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EVE
Days later and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Whitt and me in the cellar. Something had clicked together down there. I didn’t know if it was the darkness or the location or just us, but it was beyond mind-blowing. We’d been texting nonstop since then. The messages progressively filthier and more intimate.
The way he’d taken control of my mouth. Jesus f*****g Christ, I was a goner. How long had I been looking for someone who knew how to handle me? And somehow, Mr. Responsibility was the one who’d unleashed in that cellar. It was almost unbelievable.
Another text came in from him.
Or you could come over to my place after you finish your showing.
I glanced up at the couple wandering the half-a-million-dollar ranch house in Lakeridge Country Club. They’d been disinterested i
