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He thinks he’s being helpful without realizing he’s wrong. On their way to the bar, Cole takes his phone out.

Mine lights up at my elbow with his text. I duck my head to keep from looking his way.

“Sorry, that’s my boyfriend.”

Dylan waves a hand. “Go ahead.”

Cole:Ready for your out?

Eve:He’s not so bad. He’s not interested in a blind date either and offered to let me toss a beer in his face.

Cole:Say when. I’ll be waiting for you.

I send him a heart emoji, peeking in his direction. He’s joking with Benson. No one would suspect we’re talking to each other.

“If you need to go, it’s cool.”

I sip my half-finished drink. “I can hang. He’s, er, out right now. We have plans later.”

We go back to talking for a bit. When I bring up my online store, he’s interested in how it works being my own boss. I get wrapped up in talking about it.

My train of thought disappears when I notice Cole has texted again.

Cole:Every minute since I walked in here I’ve wanted to come over there and kiss you until you’re melting against me.

Cole:Thinking about the first night I fucked you in the truck. The way you sank down on my cock and rode me. No one knows what pretty sounds you make for me.

Cole:Be my good girl and meet me in the bathroom. I want to fuck your pussy and fill it with come.

A flush spreads over my cheeks. I find Cole watching for my reaction, leaning against the bar with a smug expression. I slide my thighs together to alleviate the ache of desire he’s stirring.

“Sorry, what was I saying?”

“About starting your own business,” Dylan supplies.

“Right. I’ll get back to that in a second, let me just…” I split my focus to text Cole.

Eve:Are you getting jealous after all?

Cole:Just telling my girl what I want to do to her right now. Why, is it distracting you?

Eve:I’m not even dressed sexy right now. I literally put no effort into this outfit.

Cole:What you’re wearing never matters to me. You’re always sexy, and I always want you.

I bite my lip around a smile. If he wants to tease me, I’ll tease him back. It’s fun to rile him up knowing we get to go home together.

Eve:Hmm, I’m not feeling particularly distracted. I think you’ll need to try harder.

Cole:Oh yeah? Does it get you hot when I send you dirty texts?

Eve:You know it does. Who will break first, you or me? Winner gets to do whatever they want tonight.

He doesn’t respond, but I feel his attention on me when I get up to order a second drink while Dylan’s using the restroom. My hips sway for his benefit when I pass. I catch his eye before licking the salt rim on my cocktail. Heat flares in his gaze.

He tracks me back to my seat. I make a show of sucking on an ice cube before Dylan returns.

The game goes back and forth with me putting my best effort into appearing unaffected by the texts he sends. I can pass off the spreading tingle of warmth on the alcohol, but I can’t pretend the messages aren’t getting to me. He knows exactly what to say to drive me wild.