Page 93 of Rival for Rent
Then he was called back up and informed that the doctor who had called him was off work and not answering his cell, but they’d do the X-ray again anyway, just to be sure. The whole time, he was still in the waiting room. Apparently, the ER was slammed tonight, and they didn’t consider him an emergency. Itried to take that as a good sign. If he were really on the verge of death, they would’ve taken him back by now, right?
MASON
Why don’t you try to sleep? I’ll probably wake you up when I get home, so you might as well get some sleep now
I don’t think I can. I’m too worked up
In a good way, or a bad way?
I frowned, confused.
In what world do you get worked up in a good way?
You know. ~Worked up~
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In spite of myself, I laughed.
See, this is what I mean. I’m too nervous to even be picking up on innuendo. I need it explained to me like I’m five
I seriously hope I never have to explain what an eggplant emoji means to a five-year-old. And come on, if what they saw really was serious, a doctor would’ve seen me by now
That’s what I keep telling myself, but it’s not working
Maybe you need a distraction
I wrinkled my nose.
I don’t think I could concentrate on TV right now. Or a book
Do I have to explain THIS to you too? I meant a ~distraction~
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I’m not sure you getting your dick out in the middle of the ER waiting room is really the best idea right now
I meant you, obviously
I’m an invalid after all. A poor sick man. Possibly dying. Don’t you want to make sure my last sight on earth is a good one?
You’re ridiculous
And you need to make up your mind about whether you’re dying or not
Dying for lack of thirst traps
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I laughed again, shaking my head. I never would’ve expected Mason to have this playful side, but I liked it. The more I got to know him, the more I loved him.
And, I supposed, an ER waiting room probablydidqualify as one of the nine circles of hell. Maybe it would make him feel better if I sent him some spicy pictures. At the very least, it was something to do.
I started simple, setting my phone on the bathroom sink and lifting my shirt, tugging my pants down off my hips. Mason responded with a thirst emoji, and I had to admit, it was gratifying.
Next, I filmed a video of myself slowly pulling my shirt off over my head, then stripping out of my pants until I was in my underwear again, since I knew how much he liked that sight now.
I cringed when I reviewed it. I thought I looked stupid, not sexy, and told him as much. Mason insisted I send it anyway, and replied with a very pleasing set of curses and promises of what he was going to do to me when he got home.
