An invitation kind of pic.
The Fates left her no choice. A selfie like this didn’t come along just any millennia. And who was she, a mere mortal, to tempt the wrath of the selfie gods by throwing out a perfectly good celestial gift? The karmic and cosmic risks were too great.
She sent the picture. She had no other options really.
P: How about wine with myself?
A minute passed. No response. Another minute. She began to panic. She threw her phone onto the bed. She would forget she sent it, she would put it out of her mind. They would act like it had never happened.
At the office, she’d done her best to keep her distance, and she’d withdrawn all outward indicators of flirting. And he’d followed her lead. Maybe he was already over the whole thing. He said he wouldn’t wait around forever...
Her breath hitched when she flipped her phone back over to find one new message from Carter. She bit her lip and unlocked the screen.
C: You’re being a very, very, very bad...colleague.
Delight and relief rushed through her. He was flirting.
She mentally slapped herself: she was playing games, and she couldn’t stop herself. The worst part was her nipples were getting hard from one little suggestive text. What would it have been like to have his mouth on them? She never did find out, a tragedy now.
Emboldened, she let her robe slide off the slope of her right shoulder so the tiniest slip of nipple showed and a whole hell of a lot of cleavage. As her damp hair fell over one eye, she snapped another selfie. Before she could think twice, she hit send.
She squeezed her eyes shut but this time the screen lit up quickly.
C: You shouldn’t play with fire if you don’t want to get fucked, Bad Girl.
Welp, he was definitely still interested. The corners of her lips curled up despite herself. But this was his warning, wasn’t it? Her chance to back off.
She dipped her left shoulder allowing the robe to slide off the other side as well. Heading into big-league territory now. Her breasts were exposed, her silky robe hanging loosely from her upper arms, her hair shedding droplets down her bare skin. She raised her phone to snap the pic—
“P, where did you decide—Oh, heyyo. What’s going on here?” Lucille had elbowed her way into the crack of the doorway.
Perdie snatched up her robe in a hurry. “I...just got out of the shower... I’ll text Noah right now.” She tightened the robe.
Lucille’s eyes narrowed. “Uh-huh.” She slowly backed out of the room, latching the door shut.
Another text appeared on her screen.
You know if you need help taking nudes, I’m here for you.
It was from Lucille.
The interruption had been for the best, slowing Perdie’s roll before she did anything even more rash.
She texted Noah, extra careful to select the right contact, and they set up a time and place for brunch. Lucille’s coming, she added for good measure.
Then she leaned against her headboard and stared at the ceiling, her skin still tingling from her hot shower. Or maybe from her texts with Carter.
Once again, she let the top of her robe drop, her own fingertips traveling to the sensitized peaks of her nipples. She turned her head to the side with her breasts exposed, save for her long hair tumbling around them, her fingertips trailing over the tightened tips, and held up her phone. Click.
She hesitated only briefly. He was out golfing with her bosses. Clients. She shouldn’t do this, it would only fulfill a brief surge of lust. And was lust worth it? On the other hand...
She sent the picture.
P: Your move, Pretty Boy.
Instantly her phone lit up. Carter was trying to call her. And like any other time someone tried to call her, Perdie’s first instinct was to decline.
Who actually talked on their cell phones in this day and age? The thought of it freaked her out. What did he want to have a discussion about—her half-naked picture? Why couldn’t he send a dick pic in return like a normal man?
Perdie tentatively lifted the phone to her ear, and her voice croaked when she answered. “Hello?”
She could hear Carter’s labored breath on the other end, probably from jogging away from the other lawyers on the golf course. The thought both embarrassed and thrilled her.
“Go out with me tonight.”
At his words, she sharply inhaled. She didn’t know why it surprised her so much; after all, they’d been sexting moments before. She had been doing most of the work too. But that was sex. And what he was asking was something other than sex...
Her fingers trailed north against her headboard. “Go out where? Your place? My place? The backseat of that big old SUV of yours?” She twirled a lock of hair on her finger.
“Perdie.” His voice sounded like a warning.
“What, Carter?” She feigned innocence.
“I’m talking about a proper date. And the SUV was a rental.”
She fiddled with the trim of her robe, her index finger gliding up and down the naked skin of her breast. “Best I can offer you is more sexting.”
Carter chuckled. “I’m not a pawn shop. I’m a real person. I know that you like playing this game with me, but is that all you like? Because I don’t believe it.”
