Page 46 of Untamed Sinner

Not that kind of arrangement. It doesn't involve sex.

Although I wouldn't mind if it did.

The typing indicator appears right away this time.

Lily

Sex with HENDRICKS?

Wouldn't that be like having sex with a machine?

I laugh—actually laugh—and it feels good, like inhaling oxygen after holding your breath too long. “Oh, Lily. If only you knew.”

I think about Hendricks in the kitchen last night, shirtless and hard, telling me he doesn't make promises he can't keep. I think about him watching me in the chair, his control fracturing with every second. I think about the way his hands flexed when he walked away, like it cost him everything not to touch me.

Machine. Yeah, right.

Trust me. He's all flesh and blood. Very warm flesh. Very solid blood flow.

Lily

Luke told Harper you guys were together but I didn’t believe it.

I wouldn’t go as far as saying we’re “together.”

Lily

What would you say? That you’re fuck buddies?

I blink in shock—the Lily I knew thirteen years ago wouldn’t have known that term. Then I have to stifle the urge to reply, you have to fuck in order to be fuck buddies.

Lily

I don’t get it. Hendricks came over earlier this week looking for you. So he found you?

Are you in trouble?

I stare at the screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. I wonder what her definition of trouble is. Because I'm being hunted by one of the richest men in the country, I'm using myself as bait to draw out whoever ransacked Turner's house, and I'm about two seconds away from begging Hendricks to fuck me against the nearest flat surface.

So yeah. Trouble might be an understatement.

Define trouble.

Lily

Mandy.

I close my eyes and lean back against the porch railing. I can’t give her the whole truth, but I feel like she deserves something.

I’m looking for someone and Hendricks is helping me.

And before you ask, yes, everything is fine. I'm being careful.

No, I'm not going to do anything stupid.

And yes, Hendricks knows what he's doing.

Lily