MisplacedLessons by Mari Carr and Lexxie Couper Page A

moment she stopped speaking,
Andrew’s phone dinged.
    Harper’s response appeared. That was not a minute,
Andrew.
    Amy laughed. “Told you so.”
    Andrew dismissed her taunt, his expression brightening at
Harper’s reply. It occurred to Amy he really did miss his sister. She
experienced a twinge of guilt for keeping him in the dark.
    Ha! You are there after all. Now tell me where there is.
    Amy wondered if Harper would give in.
    Nope. You don’t need to know. Safe. And happy. That
should be all that counts.
    “Goddamn it,” Andrew muttered. “This is ridiculous. I don’t
know what the hell you two think I’m going to do.”
    “That’s sort of the point, isn’t it? Harper truly thinks
you’d hop on a plane to Australia.”
    “I just want to talk to her.” He texted once more. If I
call you, you’re not going to answer, are you?
    No.
    Andrew’s shoulders fell. Amy felt bad. She wasn’t one
hundred percent sure what the dynamics were between Harper and Andrew. She knew
they both adored each other, but sometimes Amy felt as if there was something
else lingering beneath the surface. Neither of them had said as much, but it
was there just the same.
    I’m not happy about this, Harper. At least tell me where
you are.
    Silence met his request.
    “She really is fine, Andrew.”
    He looked at her, then back at his silent phone. The
persistent man tried again. Are you going to tell me?
    I’m fine. Stop worrying. Be nice to Amy.
    Amy smiled. “Yeah. Be nice to me.”
    He tossed the phone to the side. “Nice, huh?” He rose from
the couch and went back into the hallway briefly. When he returned, he had
something in his hands.
    “What’s that?”
    “Your homework assignment. Tonight we’re going to cover some
new material.” He handed her the lube and butt plug.
    She narrowed her eyes. “This isn’t exactly new.”
    “What happens after I pull the plug out will be.”
    Though he’d used the toy on her numerous times over the past
couple of days, Andrew still hadn’t fucked her arse. It sounded like that was
going to change tonight.
    She grinned. Lots of things were going to change. She didn’t
intend to stay in the house, but she wasn’t about to ruin the surprise she had
planned. “What do you want me to do?”
    “Wait two hours and then put it in. I want your pretty ass
nice and stretched out by the time I get home.”
    “Dirty bastard,” she teased, taking the items from him. She
stood and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll do my homework as long as you agree to
play nice with the advertisers. You need them.”
    “Yes ma’am.” He took her little peck on the cheek and
returned it with interest, dragging his lips along her neck and teasing her
earlobe with his teeth. His hands gripped her breasts and Amy could tell he was
in danger of missing his dinner meeting. He was going to have to tackle
rush-hour traffic.
    Reluctantly, she pushed him away. “You better go now.”
    He sighed. “Fuck. Okay. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
    She laughed and pushed him toward the door. “I’ll be ready
for you with a surprise of my own.”
    He tilted his head suspiciously, but didn’t bother to
question her. Instead, he gave her another quick peck and left.
    Amy didn’t even wait until his car was out of the driveway
before she sprinted upstairs.
    Nearly an hour later she was back downstairs, dressed in a
tight, far-too-revealing shirt she’d bought in Chicago and the leather skirt
she’d packed from home. She had no idea what the standard attire was for a sex
club, but she felt sexy and daring, so she was just going with it. She propped
up the note she’d written for Andrew on a table in the front foyer, grabbed her
small purse to stow the butt plug and lube in, then glanced out the window in
time to see the cab pull up in front of the house.
    Time to mark another item off the list. She wasn’t sure if
Andrew would be happy or angry when he arrived home to find her gone. The note
was an invitation