Lauren Blakely: After This Night

subject: Not my favorite day that’s for sure

Been better . . .

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date: May 2, 11:26 PM

subject: Wish I could change that

I hate the thought of you having a bad day. I want you to be happy.

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date: May 2, 8:27 PM

subject: I’m not unhappy

I’m just worried about you. I feel like an ass. Like I just left you there on the street.

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date: May 2, 11:29 PM

subject: You’re not, but you have a nice ass :)

I’m a big girl. I made it home safely. But it’s sweet you were worried.

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date: May 2, 8:31 PM

subject: Sweet? Me?

I still am worried. Is Stevie bugging you?

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date: May 2, 11:32 PM

subject: Soooo sweet . . . strong, confident, sexy too

He’s fine. It will all be fine soon enough. Let’s talk about something else. I came up with a new cocktail tonight.

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date: May 2, 8:33 PM

subject: Mixing it up

Tell me about it.

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date: May 2, 11:34 PM

subject: Delish on your lips . . .

It’s lemonade, vodka and champagne.

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date: May 2, 8:35 PM

subject: That describes you . . .

Sounds like something I’d never touch but that will be beloved by your bar goers.

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date: May 2, 11:36 PM

subject: Love your innuendo

It is already. The gal I run the bar with served a ton tonight. Said it was a big hit. Everyone was happy-buzzed too.

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date: May 2, 8:37 PM

subject: Double entendres too

Sounds like a perfect state of existence. Can I have one of those too? The happy-buzz, that is.

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date: May 2, 11:37 PM

subject: Named it for you

I call it The Heist. What did you do tonight? If you were on a date, please just tell me you played with kittens at a rescue shelter or something instead.

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date: May 2, 8:39 PM

subject: No pussy tonight

I saw a play. My favorite kind of storyline. (And thank you for the name. Maybe I will taste it sometime)

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date: May 2, 11:41 PM

subject: Keep it that way!

The kind with a plot twist?

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date: May 2, 8:42 PM

subject: Good memory

Yes. Call me impressed.

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date: May 2, 11:44 PM

subject: You are on my mind

I remember everything about you . . . So . . . is today getting better for you?

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date: May 2, 8:46 PM

subject: Yes. Since 20 minutes ago

Now it is.

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date: May 2, 11:48 PM

subject: What was your favorite day ever?

Tell me a favorite memory from when you were younger. Pumpkin patch visit as a boy in Vegas? Lettering in varsity football? Prom? I bet you were prom king.

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date: May 2, 8:49 PM

subject: I was not . . .

But I looked good in a blue ruffly tux.

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date: May 2, 11:50 PM

subject: Pictures please

Dying to see THAT.

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date: May 2, 8:51 PM

subject: Lawyers don’t send pictures

I know better than to send self-incriminating evidence.

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date: May 2, 11:53 PM

subject: Damn that lawyer photo clause

I will just have to imagine you in your tux, and even though you were probably an insanely hot teenage boy, I suppose I really should be perving on you as a man. An insanely hot man. And you probably look insanely hot in a tux.

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date: May 2, 8:55 PM

subject: Tux fetish?

I suspect any tux I wore would look best with your hands on the buttons.

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date: May 2, 11:56 PM

subject: You fetish

Unbuttoning them.

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date: May 2, 9:02 PM

subject: Dangerous ground

We shouldn’t be doing this . . .

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date: May 3, 12:04 AM

subject: Say the word

Do you want me to stop?

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date: May 2, 9:05 PM

subject: Don’t stop

No . . .

He told himself he was safe from her web of lies and brand of hurt by the three thousand miles that separated them. As long as he stayed a continent away, he’d be okay. So when her name flashed across the screen with the enticing words—incoming call—he answered immediately.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” she said in a sleep-sexy purr.

“Are you in bed?”

“Only place I like to be when I’m talking to you,” she said, and he loved knowing what she looked like all stretched out on her bed. Like an invitation. A beautiful fucking invitation for him with those long, strong legs, her curvy hips, her beautiful breasts, and that gorgeous red hair spread out on the covers.

“I bet you’re wearing something sexy. Some little lingerie or bra-and-panty set,” he said, keeping the talk to sexiness because he couldn’t handle anything more right now.

“Do you want to know?”

“I want you to paint the image in my eye.”

“I have on my bare legs.”

A bolt of heat shot through his body, as he pictured her. “I like it when you wear those.”

“And I hope you’re not disappointed, but I don’t have on a bra.”

An appreciative growl escaped his throat. “Mmm. That is an excellent look on you. You do bra-lessness well. And now I’m picturing those naked shoulders of yours, kissing you all over, nibbling on your collarbone.”

“Biting down,” she said, continuing their imaginary travels.

“You taste so good, Julia. So sweet. Your skin is so damn sweet all over,” he said, and the memory of her taste rushed back to him, blasting into him like a collision of senses in his memory. Her collarbone, the fruity smell of her hair from whatever shampoo she used, so much more enticing than any other woman’s, the smell of her legs when she’d stepped out of the bath. And most of all, the scent of her arousal. The way he could tell just from inhaling her how he’d turned her on.

“Don’t you want to know what else I’m wearing?” she offered, her voice as naughty as could be.

He stretched out on his own bed, and parked his free hand behind his head. He was so hard right now from picturing her, but he had to restrain himself because he knew he couldn’t have her. But maybe this kind of teasing would be enough to get her out of his system. He knew this was trouble, he’d been there before, but this woman allured him like no other. She was a sexy drug and he wanted another hit.

“I do want to know,” he said, his voice a low rumble.