Page 110 of Intolerable Bishop

“Do I want to know where we’re going?”

“It’s a warehouse.”

I stared at him as he drove. It really felt like we’d stepped into a movie as we stood outside the hotel, and the Lamborghini he’d rented pulled up. I couldn’t imagine taking this car anywhere that it could get a speck of dirt on it, let alone a warehouse.

“Don’t worry. You’ll understand when we get there,” he said, just as my phone buzzed.

Pulling it out of the clutch that matched the outfit, I stared at the messages and shook my head.

NASHOLE: What is this shit I hear about you bailing on training for an unknown period of time?

I rolled my eyes at my phone.

R: Dramatic much? I didn’t know I was going to be gone more than a few hours.

NASHHOLE: I think you know by now. Can you do me the courtesy of fucking letting me know in the future so I’m not wasting my time. I have things I can be doing other than showing up to an empty cabin and wondering what the fuck is going on.

I bit my fist as I sucked in a deep breath so I didn’t toss my phone out the window.

“What’s wrong,” Theo asked.

“Just Nash being Nash. He’s angry about me skipping town and not telling him.” I got it, but I didn’t exactly plan this.

Theo smiled. “Be super sweet and apologetic to the point of it being revolting. It will totally throw him off.”

Laughing, I thought for a second.

R: OMG, you’re so right. I’m so so so sorry. I should’ve thought about you. I mean, I always think about you, but I mean to let you know. The rest of the time, I picture you naked in a candlelit room while I’m tied to a bed, and you stroke your cock. Will you ever forgive me? I know I don’t deserve it, but I’ll get on my knees and beg.

I hit send and started to giggle as I waited for his reply, totally picturing his face. Little bubbles appeared, disappeared, reappeared, and then disappeared, making me burst out laughing.

NASHOLE: What the hell? Is this code?

R: What would it be code for?

NASHOLE: IDK. Are you in trouble?

R: No

NASHOLE: OK…are you drunk or high?

R: LOL! No.

NASHOLE: Are you fucking with me?

R: Not yet.

I hit send and then swore. Dammit, he saw it before I could delete it.

NASHOLE: Princess, I don’t know what game this is, but picturing you naked and tied down is not an image you want in my head.

R: Did you only text to give me shit for being kidnapped and forgetting about you, or did you have another reason?

NASHOLE: No, that was the only reason. Are you two having fun?

I smirked.

R: Jealous that you’re not here?