I think I’m falling in love with you. Jane looked over at Sebastian. “Is it too much?”
“Judging from past transcripts, I’d say so, but…”
“He wants to conquer her, wants to feel safe, as if there’s no way she’d reject him,” she said. “Let’s give him that.”
He had to try something different; he was getting desperate. He nodded, and she hit the enter key. Again, Malcolm’s answer popped immediately onto the screen.
WhosYourDaddy: I’m already in love. I’ve been in love with you for years.
Jane had been right. Malcolm was going for it. But Sebastian was a little uncomfortable that there hadn’t been much transition between his and Mary’s more cautious chats and this. Were the flowers enough to explain it? Sebastian didn’t want to tip Malcolm off…
Just in case, he took over the keyboard and typed: All from meeting me at one party?
WhosYourDaddy: From making love to you so many times in my mind.
“Things are heating up,” Jane breathed and typed the next entry.
BrownEyedGirl: When will you do it for real?
Sebastian caught her before she could hit Enter. “He’s got Mary’s address.”
“We have to draw him into the open. Until then, he’ll be a threat to her regardless. And Latisha and Marcie don’t have forever.”
She had a point. They needed to put an end to this… “Okay.”
Jane sent it and they waited.
WhosYourDaddy: You want me in your bed?
Sebastian deferred to Jane, who responded.
BrownEyedGirl: Now. I can’t wait any longer. I dream about your hands on my body, about feeling you move inside me.
Sebastian tried to separate Malcolm’s fantasy world from his own reality, but it wasn’t easy when he was sitting in a motel room with an attractive woman who’d looked at him the way Jane had earlier.
WhosYourDaddy: Sometimes that’s all I think about.
BrownEyedGirl: The thought of it makes me wet.
Shifting to ease the tightening in his groin, Sebastian told himself to ignore the deluge of testosterone. But images of making love to Jane filled his head.
WhosYourDaddy: I should’ve sent you roses ages ago.
BrownEyedGirl: I’m going to Fresno this weekend. Meet me there.
“ Fresno?” Sebastian said, even though she’d already sent it. “ Fresno isn’t the most romantic place.”
“Do you have a better idea?” she asked. “It’s about halfway between here and L.A., not too far to drive. And it would allow him to see me and keep pretending he lives down south.”
“Once you know who he really is, the L.A. part won’t matter.”
“But it does now.”
His nerves taut with hope and fear, Sebastian held his breath as he awaited Malcolm’s response. Would he fall for it, or would he shut them down?
WhosYourDaddy: I told you, this is a bad weekend for me.
BrownEyedGirl: I’m going, anyway. I’ll be at the Motel 6. If you want me like you say you do, you’ll be there.
“Are you sure about this?” Sebastian asked, catching her before she could send it.
“It’ll work,” she replied. “I can feel it.”
He nodded, and she hit Enter.
WhosYourDaddy: Are you serious?
BrownEyedGirl: You’ll see.
WhosYourDaddy: But I’m in a mess right now.
BrownEyedGirl: Then I guess you’ll miss out.
WhosYourDaddy: You’re killing me!
BrownEyedGirl: Wait till you see what I bought to wear for you.
Fleetingly, Sebastian imagined kissing Jane’s throat, imagined moving lower until he reached the soft curve of her breast and removed her sweater to see that tattoo…
WhosYourDaddy: What about your kids?
Jane looked at Sebastian. “Mary’s ex helps out with the kids, doesn’t he?”
“Every other weekend.” In an effort to conceal his arousal, he scowled in concentration. “But I don’t think it’s his turn next weekend.”
That news didn’t deter her. “Fortunately, we can make an exception,” she said and started typing.
BrownEyedGirl: Their dad’s taking them. He has something special going on, so I agreed. That’s why I’m coming to you. It’s the perfect opportunity.
WhosYourDaddy: You don’t know how bad I want this.
BrownEyedGirl: Then take it. I’ll be wearing my stockings and garter belt and nothing else. Imagine me on the bed, waiting for you…
The same picture popped into Sebastian’s mind.
WhosYourDaddy: Should I bring some wine?
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BrownEyedGirl: Yes. And condoms. Lots of condoms.
WhosYourDaddy: You have me so hard I’ll never be able to sleep tonight.
BrownEyedGirl: I’ll take care of you when I get there…
WhosYourDaddy: Talk me through it now.
Jane started to type, but Sebastian took over again. He knew he couldn’t bear letting this get any more explicit.
BrownEyedGirl: Sorry, you’ll have to wait. I’m not interested in anything but the real thing.
WhosYourDaddy: I want you bad.
BrownEyedGirl: You can have me-this weekend.
WhosYourDaddy: But can I trust you?
Eyebrows arched, Jane glanced over. “Uh-oh.”
“Answer right away,” Sebastian murmured. “You can’t seem hesitant.”
Her chest rose as she drew a deep breath.
BrownEyedGirl: What’s that supposed to mean?
WhosYourDaddy: Nothing.
BrownEyedGirl: I’ve got to go.
WhosYourDaddy: No, not yet.
BrownEyedGirl: Don’t worry. We’ll talk again before Friday.
With that, Jane signed off.
Sebastian sat next to her in silence, his thoughts returning to the way she’d reacted when he touched her. That simple brushing of their hands had been an experiment to see how she’d respond to physical contact. He’d assumed it was what she wanted-he’d noticed the way she glanced at his body when she thought he wasn’t paying attention, how her gaze fell to his lips when he was talking, how she blushed when their eyes met. He’d been with enough women to recognize the signs of attraction.
But what Jane wanted and what she’d permit herself were two different things. Considering her past, he understood, but he was reluctant to leave it at that. He hated to see such a pretty, vibrant woman so determined to deny herself any chance of getting beyond what her bastard husband had done.
“I’d better go,” she said.
“You have to pick up your daughter?”