Didshe just ditch me again?
Margot has been hovering around me like an annoying drone for over ten minutes, but Kat is nowhere to be seen.
That’s when my phone beeps.
Kat: Enjoying your evening?
Seriously?
Me: Where are you?
Kat: Home.
I squeeze the phone in my hand so hard my knuckles turn white. Unbelievable.
Me: So you ran away without saying goodbye?
Kat: Your fan club got in the way. I’m not a groupie.
Me: I sense jealousy. I like it.
Kat: I like when you make me come. Doesn’t happen very often.
Oh, kitten is drunk. No filter.
My lips stretch in a grin. It’s on.
But Margot’s chatter in my ear about work is about to send me into psycho mode.
Me: We weren’t done, kitten.
Kat: Oh, I’m definitely not. Just starting. Solo ride, as always… Enjoy your evening.
I stifle a grunt as I type.
Me: Are you teasing me?
Margot asks me something, but my eyes are glued to the screen and the bubble—Kat typing something.
There.
Kat: You told me to let you know next time I think about you…
Kat: Wait, I need to switch hands…
Her words drip into my brain, making me insta-hard. This solo ride is about to turn into a duet.
I rise from the table so abruptly that the chair almost falls, and Margot’s eyes flicker at me in surprise.
“Archer!” she calls as I leave without saying a word, typing:
Me: Do not fucking move. I’m coming.
Kat: Me too, soon…
Fuck…
Me: Don’t you dare.