Exposed: Book One of The Love Seekers Series by Maria Vickers Page B

Yep.
    Me: Fuck. I might be in trouble when she sees I called.
     
    Mel could be funny about certain things, and big events or special dates fell into those unique categories. And since I knew what those dates were, then heads could potentially roll the next day. Sometimes she was gracious, but not always. Their anniversary was at the top of the “do not disturb unless someone dying” list, and Mel was scary.
     
    Bryan: Pretty much.
    Me: Asshole.
    Bryan: LOL. Excuse me?
    Me: Haha. You read that right. This is all your fault.
    Bryan: How is this my fault?
     
    It sounded as if he started to loosen up and that made me feel more comfortable and less anxious. I didn’t want him to be mad at me.
     
    Me: You practically dared me to call her.
    Bryan: I don’t remember daring u to do anything.
    And I don’t remember forcing the phone into ur hand.
    Nor do I remember putting a gun to ur head or making u call her.
    Did I? Hell, maybe I have a clone somewhere running amuck doing shit like that.
    ROFLMAO.
    Me: No, but you still dared me.
    Bryan: Not really, but using ur backwards logic, if I dared u to jump off a cliff, would u?
     
    He had me there, and the butthead knew it. Trapped in a trap of my own making.
     
    Me: No, but still.
    Bryan: Ha. U r so busted. LMAO.
    Me: Ok, ok. I concede. My hands are up in surrender. Haha.
     
    I found myself snickering.
     
    Bryan: I’ll see what I can do to head Mel off at the pass and give u time to gird ur loins.
    Me: Gird my loins???
    Bryan: Isn’t that what they say in books and shit?
    Me: LMAO. Maybe. Just funny to see that from you.
    Bryan: I’m a man of many talents and surprises, baby.
     
                  My stomach flipped and my inner muscles clenched deep inside me. Swallowing hard, I cleared my throat before I typed. I prayed he couldn’t see how much I desired and wanted him with just one word: baby.
     
                  Me: I’ll take your word for it . 
                  Bryan: ;)
     
                  Before I attempted to crawl through the computer so I could jump his bones, I changed the subject.
     
    Me: How much did you have to drink last night?
    Bryan: Enough.
    Me: How much?
    Bryan: Enough that I won’t be drinking for a while and may actually be giving it up for Lent next year starting today.
    Me: Ouch.
    Bryan: I got to work and almost threw up. After some aspirin and dry toast, I felt a little better, but I really don’t remember the last time I ever felt this bad after drinking.
    Me: Sounds loverly.
    Bryan: Want to answer my question?
    Me: Question? I don’t remember you asking anything.
     
                  I had an inkling that he meant our prior conversation from the night before, but that did not stop me from praying he had forgotten all about it in his drunken haze.
     
                  Bryan: Sex. Have you ever had sex?
     
                  Damn! He came back around to the exact subject I wanted to avoid like the plague. Like with most things in my life, admitting my lack of conquests to this man embarrassed me. Item whatever on a list of about 500 items long. I may have opened up about some of my insecurities, but that did not mean I was ready, or willing, to become completely open book. However, somewhere deep inside, I knew it would only be a matter of time before he pried all of my secrets from me.
     
                  Me: How long did your longest relationship last?
                  Bryan: Turning it back on me?
     
                  I was stalling. He knew it. I knew it. But that did not stop me as I attempted to misdirect him from his interrogation.
     
    Me: Why not? You said an answer for an answer.
    Bryan: Fine. 2 years.
    Me: Wow. Really?
    Bryan: Yes, really.
    Senior year in high school to first year in college.
    I found out she was cheating and we broke up. Now u.
    Me: I have.
                 
                  He