Page 50 of Apparently, I’m A B!tch

“We’re coming then,” my mother affirmed with a nod to my father before turning her glance back to me.

“Coming? What? Here? No.” I straightened and gripped the tablet tighter.

“Yes, Nikki. We can be just as stubborn as you, you know.”

“Mama, no. You don’t like New York.”

“Next week, Nikki. We are coming and you will have lunch with us and spend time with your family.”

I groaned as my parents, solid in their agreement, turned and walked back to the dining table.

Andrea had a delighted-yet-wicked grin on her face as she said, “Too bad, Nikki. I would’ve loved to come up there, but with the kids and all, it’d be too hard. It’s probably for the best. You don’t need all of us up there, ruining your sleep and all that wild New York sex you must be having.” She threw her head back and laughed as I rolled my eyes. “Hey, speaking of sex, how’s Tristan doin’?”

I hung up a short while later, wondering how I was going to handle having my parents in Manhattan, demanding all the free time that I clearly did not have. But honestly, I might’ve fretted about it longer if I didn’t have my date with Tristan taking up most of my functioning brain space.

Tell me you want me to fuck you.

The thought of my shy, respectful and funny best friend now shot a tingling heat from the base of my neck to my lower back. I cupped my clothed breasts and ran my thumbs over my nipples, trying to replicate the feel of his buttery fingers smoothing against my skin. I never knew he could take charge like that. What happened in his studio lasted less than ten minutes, but it was already the hottest thing that ever happened to me.

I knew I was supposed to be using my time to work on my case, or maybe to convince my parents I was fine here on my own, but the only thing I could focus on was how badly I wanted Tristan’s touch.