Accidental Tryst (Charleston #1)(44)

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I hope you don't mind that I had to turn off all the notifications for your dating apps. They were getting a bit much.



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And I guess it was the wine that made me do it, but I kept going to see if I could get a response from him.



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Also because I actually started to find myself really liking this one girl. She wanted to get together tonight. It would have been a bit awkward when I showed up instead of you.



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The response came immediately.



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Suit Monkey: I would have paid good money to witness that meet up.



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Ugh. Men, I typed, but I was grinning madly. It felt like I had a bubble in my chest that could explode at any moment. Why do men get off on thinking about girls hooking up?



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Suit Monkey: We're simple creatures. Visual creatures. And I'm sure women know how to make other women feel good. Since they have the same parts to practice on :)



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So it's women's pleasure that turns you on? I bite my lip as I hit send.



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Suit Monkey: Never thought of it quite that way, but . . . yes. I guess so. Among other things.



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My own girly parts were buzzing with pleasure. What was I doing? I didn't know but thought maybe I should stop.



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Suit Monkey: Where do you keep your meds, I need an aspirin or something. I have a tension headache brewing.



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My bubble of I-don’t-know-what-this-is deflated somewhat as I was brought to reality.



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In my bathroom cabinet?



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Suit Monkey: I looked.



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Oh, so he'd seen all my personal items, including my birth control pills. Why that bothered me but flirting with him and asking what turned him on didn't, was anyone's guess. I was a mess of confusing feelings.



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Try the pantry cupboards?



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The phone rang in my hand. I took a deep breath and swallowed. "Hello?"

"Sorry, it's easier than typing. Which pantry cupboards? I looked, but I'm not sure I know which you mean?"

"There's a pullout pantry, and there's a basket in one of the shelf drawers that has painkillers and stuff in there."

"Shelf drawers?" he repeated. "Not sure what you mean by that." I heard shuffling around and the opening and closing of doors.

"No, it's a pullout one. Regular cupboard door to the left."

"Hang on," he said.

The phone in my hand started doing a high-pitched ring. A video call.

Oh my shit.

I put my wine down and sat straight up. God, I was make-up-less, and my hair was up in a towel. Argh! I had to answer otherwise it would seem like I was avoiding it. With a wince, I accepted.

There was a beep and then Trystan's face and bare shoulders appeared.

"Emmy? Hey."

Holy mother of all Godlike creatures.

The screen focused, and he was brought into sharp relief and high-definition glory.

I stared at him wide-eyed and speechless. Damn, but he was gorgeous. Even with that crinkled, furrowed brow and brown hair shiny and disheveled like he'd stepped out of the shower and had just towel-dried it. He'd been naked in my shower. In my bedroom. Thoughts and visions torpedoed through my brain a mile a minute.

"Emmy? You're frozen. Can you hear me? Shit." He moved, his arm dropping down and . . . I got a drive-by view of his torso.

Suit Monkey wasn't wearing a suit.

A squeak left me—a gasp that had exploded from the pressure, and I realized I hadn't been breathing. I spurred into action, slamming the phone against my robe to muffle the sounds of me letting the air out of my lungs and trying to normalize my breathing. I pulled the towel off my head, and my damp hair flopped down. I raked fingers through it, over it, smoothing, and tucked it behind an ear.

I counted to three then brought the phone up. "Hi," I managed, my voice sounding stupidly breathless to my own ears.

Trystan was staring straight at the phone, one eyebrow quirked waiting for me. As we locked eyes though, something shifted in his expression. His eyebrow dropped, and we really looked at each other for a beat. His eyes looked dark gray, his jaw strong and shadowed. And his lips . . . I didn't think I ever noticed how perfectly formed they were.

"Hi back," he said softly after a moment, and I saw his Adam's apple move heavily. Could he tell on a small screen I was staring at his mouth? Holy shit, but he was absolutely stunning. My memory and his scarce phone photos did not do him justice.

At.

All.

"You're shirtless," I said stupidly.

His perfect lips quirked. "And you're in a robe."

"Did you just shower?" I asked.

"Did you?" he countered.

Fuck. What was going on? This was some crazy foreplay right here. I was so turned on. I squeezed my legs together.