“You up? I had the steamiest dream about you.”

“Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number, but please continue if you want to.”

When I sent the steamy midnight text with a sensual photo, I knew exactly who I was sending it to. I’d taken the number from my older sister’s phone, because I knew she didn’t want me flirting with her boyfriend’s best friend and business partner. So when he pretended he didn’t know who I was, I decided to go along with it. Having an illicit text relationship with someone I’d been forbidden from flirting with was fun and exciting.

My sisters think that because I’m the youngest, I should listen to everything they have to say, but I don’t agree. They think dating Travis Chandler would be a big mistake, but I find the lawyer utterly adorable. It is true, that in person, he seems a little boring, but when we chat at night, he knows how to steam up my screen. When he says he wants to stop texting and start calling, I’m all in. In fact, I’m ready to take our relationship to the next level. No matter what my sisters think.

The odd thing is that Travis’s voice doesn’t sound the same on the phone as in person. And the questions he asks me leave me puzzled. The man on the phone definitely knows who I am, but he almost seems to know too much. When I go to the firm’s office party, I decided to ask him to come clean about our nightly chats, but Travis has no idea what I am talking about.

That’s when I start to realize that maybe my sisters are right. Perhaps I do act before I think. Because now I’ve gone and got myself in a highly complex situation. Because now Mr. Wrong Number wants to take it offline, and I soon realize that he’s the last person I ever would have wanted to send NSFW texts to. I think I’ve made a big mistake.