I had barely slept, staring at the ceiling the next morning when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it, my heart thumping when I saw his name.
Jacob: I can’t stop thinking about last night.
My breath caught. I typed, deleted, and typed again, my hands shaking, heat pooling between my thighs. I should’ve blocked him. Quit the job. Done anything but what I did next.
Me: I can’t stop thinking about it either.
Jacob: Meet me today. Noon. The motel on 5th Ave. Room 12.
My stomach twisted. This was insane, but my body didn’t care.
Me: Okay.
I tossed my phone down, heart pounding. I had to be at the Harpers’ by two for the kids. I could make it work. I showered, pulled on a simple sundress, nothing fancy, but short enough to make him look twice, all while telling myself I wasn't wearing it for him
