Taboo Fantasy (7)
Rhea's POV
The cab dropped me off a little past five. I let myself in through the front door, tired but buzzing with anticipation. The place was quiet except for the low hum of the TV. The living room smelled faintly of something fried. I turned the corner and spotted Mike on the couch, legs wide, a soda can sweating on the coffee table in front of him.
He looked up when he saw me and gave a lazy grin. “You’re back.”
“Clearly.” I dropped my purse near the door and stepped out of my heels. “You make dinner?”
“Chicken nuggets. Want some?”
I rolled my eyes and walked toward the couch. “You’re worse than a teenager.”
Mike shrugged and picked at a nugget with his fingers. He looked like he hadn’t moved all day. His shirt was wrinkled, socks mismatched, beard a little mo
