Page 19 of Stroked Hard
Trying to tamp down my bad mood, I read my waiting text message.
Hollis: Baby, don’t act like you don’t have my number memorized.
Such a cocky bastard. Time to play with him.
Melony: Oh, sorry about that, Blake. I must have accidentally deleted your number. I had such a great time last night. We should do it again.
I smile to myself as the little dots indicating he’s texting back show up.
Hollis: Nice try, sticky buns. I saw you walking into your complex last night wearing yoga pants, an oversized shirt, and carrying a carton of ice cream in one hand. You were a one-woman show last night.
Damn him.And yes, like every other night, I was a one-woman show.
“Attention all passengers traveling to Omaha on flight two-zero-nine. We will be boarding in ten minutes. It will be a full flight so we would appreciate some passengers to check their bags. Please see the desk for details.”
One thing I don’t mess around with; carrying luggage. I take the risk of it being lost rather than having to lug it around everywhere. Plus, it’s another way I force Bellini to spend money on something other than herself. It’s the little things in life.
Feeling like I want to play with fire a little, I text Hollis back.
Melony: It was actually a two-finger show last night.
Pleased with my response, I take a sip of my mocha latte just as I feel my phone vibrate in my hand. Looking at the called ID, I see Hollis’s name pop up. I’ve never talked to him on the phone.Ever.
Should I answer? I start to get nervous of the possibility of answering the call. There is so much wittiness I can put out there, and it’s much easier through text.
Curiosity wins out and I answer.
I mentally put on my armor before I say, “What can I do for you, Mr. Knightly?”
“I have a whole list of things you can do for me,” his sexy voice rings through the phone. If this man wasn’t built to be monogamous, I would give him a go in bed. Hell, I would strip down at his front door and beg for a one-night stand. But I know that’s not his way of thinking. That was quite obvious after our little pool talk.
“I’m sure you do. Let me guess, does it include things like sticking your P in my V?”
“P in your V?” He laughs and the sounds bounces around my head, making me feel a little weak in the knees despite sitting down. “Are you in front a bunch of kids, or something?”
“No, I’m at the airport,” I answer, scanning the people around me to see if they’re paying attention.
Luckily everyone is immersed in their own happenings, not paying my conversation one bit of attention, but I will still keep it PG, just in case.
“Ah, I see. You don’t want people to hear you talk dirty to me?”
“That would never happen, at any point in time.” I lean back in my chair, oddly enjoying the conversation that’s eating up my time before boarding.
“It’s funny how delusional you are,” he says with confidence. “Believe me, sugar lips, I will have you talking dirty to me before you know it.”
I scoff at him. “Why? Is that one of the things on your list?”
“No.” He pauses and his voice turns sultrier, more intense, which only makes crazy things happen in my stomach. “The list of things I would love for you to do for me don’t include anything sexual because that’s a given.”
This makes me laugh sarcastically. “Oh, okay. So tell me, what’s on this list of yours?” This I just have to hear.
“You really want to know?”
“Stop delaying and lay out your list, that’s unless your list is actually all sexual and you’re trying to backtrack now.”
“One thing you should know about me, Melony. I never lie.” He’s so damn serious in the way he speaks of honesty it makes me gulp. Straight-up gulp like some scared cartoon character.
“Okay,” I answer, not really sure how to answer to his statement. “Then what’s on your list?”
