Hunter Bossy
Spence: Deal.
I smile to myself, giddy at the prospect of all my pent-up energy finally having an outlet. It’s been so long, and I’ve never done just sex before.
Hell, I’ve never been with anyone except…
I shake my head. No. I can’t go there.
I want to be nothing more to someone tonight. And that’s exactly what Spence can give me.
Hunter: Do you want to come over?
His reply is instant once again.
Spence: No, you’re coming here.
Okay, then.
My stomach flips over itself.
I trust him, and I’m not opposed to going to him in theory. Nevertheless, I feel compelled to argue. He brings out the sass in me, I swear.
Hunter: Bossy
His quick reply has me grinning.
Spence: I take it that’s how Americans say “Yes, sir.”
My cheeks heat, and my jaw aches from grinning. I’m genuinely smiling for the first time in weeks. Maybe even a month.
Spence: Text me your address, love. I’ll send Gerald with the car.