27. Dirty Talk

ADRIAN

"I knew you'd answer," I said as soon as Maggie connected the call.

Over an hour had passed since I'd left Maggie.

Why should I get in a hurry to call her? Why shouldn't I make her sweat a little?

Maggie was the one who broke my heart. She was the one who screwed me then left me even after knowing I was in love with her. She only got to take what I dished out.

No matter what I did to her---Meghan deserved it because what she did to me was worse.

Slumping down on the guestroom bed, I made myself comfortable as I said, "I bet you missed me, too. Didn't you, Maggie? Didn't you miss me?"

"No! I just got worried because you were slow. You're a terrible driver. I thought you might have wrecked," Maggie said.

I could hear a hint of defiance in her tone, but it was weak.

Maggie didn't want to piss me off. She wanted to hear what I had to say. She wanted to be part of this conversation. She wanted me.

Knowing I had her on the hook made my dick harder than ever. I unbuttoned my jean