“Tell him you’re working late again or I hit send.”

Rook’s message arrived while Mark and I sat on the couch watching some show I could not focus on. My phone stayed face down on my thigh. The new ink high on my inner thigh still burned under my jeans. Every time I shifted I felt the ghost of the needle and the memory of Rook’s cum leaking out of me afterward.

I typed under the blanket.

“Please don’t.”

“Then get in the car. Shop is empty. Door unlocked. You have twenty minutes.”

I stood up. Mark looked over. “Everything okay?”

“Client crisis. I have to go in.” The lie...