Smirking, she dropped her phone back into her purse and drank the last dregs of her coffee. She needed to get back to work.

Unsurprisingly, Jake didn’t text again. No threats about what he would do if she was a bad girl... or what rewards he would give her for being a good one. None of the responses she would expect if he were a Dom. She didn’t know if that was disappointing or refreshing.

Then again, it wasn’t like they were trying to build a real relationship here.

Fuck buddies. It was going to be a little weird being fuck buddies with someone she hung out with on occasion, but it wasn’t like they hung out to see each other. They were just hanging out with mutual friends.

Which was also why she wasn’t going to invite him to her cousin’s wedding, like Andrew had suggested. It would just be too weird.

As she walked up the street, Sharon mused which would be harder... finding a roommate or finding a date for the wedding.

Hello, beautiful.

She’d worn the shoes. They went really nicely with the very short, very tight, very low-cut, very red dress she was wearing. Jake grinned as he stepped back, opening the door wider so she could saunter into his apartment. She was eyeballing him as well.

Unlike her, he hadn’t dressed up. He was comfortably dressed in his favorite pair of jeans, which were well-worn to the point of being soft and hung low on his hips. He’d been told by more than one woman that they looked hot on him.

“Really?” Sharon asked, her dark eyes lingering on his chest even as she shook her head at him. “I got all dressed up and you’re not even half dressed.”

Grinning, he ran his hand down his front, right where she was looking. “I’m pretty sure you like looking at me half-dressed. I know I like looking at you all dressed up like that.”

Her black hair was like an ebony cloud around her shoulders, brushing over her bare skin. The way she was standing, one hip popped, her legs slightly spread apart, was both confrontational and sexy. Her purse hung down by her side, her other hand on her hip as she pursed bright red lips at him. The color matched her dress.

Jake couldn’t wait to find out if she was wearing matching panties... Or, better yet, no panties at all.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Not why I’m here, Jakie-poo.”

Immediately he scowled. “Don’t call me that.”

Only his sister called him that, and only when she wasn’t within arm’s reach or when she had Patrick to hide behind. And his mom, when she was feeling particularly nostalgic. Sharon just smirked at him, completely unthreatened.