Page 71 of Tangled Emotions

I heard the disappointment in his voice and knew this had to be hard for him. He’s had me all to himself for nine years. Honestly, it’s hard for me too and I’m the adult.

Selfishly, I wanted one more night with Frank. He can rock my world again and fill up my spank bank, then go about his life.

Why does that thought gut me?

“You know why, dipshit.” I blew out a hard breath. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

My phone pinged, and I looked to see who messaged.

How long do I get to keep you Friday?

Depends

On?

Where you take me for dinner and how you behave

What if I take you to a fancy place? And I treat you like a lady?

Depends on what you consider treating me like a lady involves

Flowers, opening doors, pulling your chair out, feeding you dessert

Oh yeah? What’s for dessert?

Depends

What are you hungry for?

Cake

Or ice cream

Or me ??

…

You want me to fill that dirty little mouth again?

My cheeks burned as my son came back into his bedroom. “You okay, Mama? Your face is red.”

I pulled the covers back. “Hop in.”

Matthew snuggled into his bed, and I pulled the blankets up and kissed his cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Mama.”

Leaving his room, I flipped the light off and went to my reading chair.

Somebody’s mind is in the gutter

Yeah? It’s not alone

He’s not wrong.

Pick me up at six

We’ll see where the night takes us