Page 16 of Such a Bad Girl

Thank God it was nearly done. The formerly piss coloured bathroom walls were now a sea of colour. A montage of images painstakingly pasted over the crappy old paint.

Removing it when I left would be a ball-ache, but that was a future Bex's problem.

I didn’t rush the process, selecting each picture with care to add to the photo wall.

Leafing through my box of photographs was one thing, but seeing them all together, displayed in a sea of faces, sent a thread of warmth through me.

Albeit, I’d have to stop letting the girls come over.

It would be worth it.

After finding the perfect spot for each image, I sealed over them with another layer of glue, leaving it to dry to a solid sheen.

I’d no sooner finished washing the gluey strands from my hands when a loud knock startled me.

Leaving the chain linking the door, I opened it a crack.

Henry leant against the frame, his green eyes stormy behind his dark-rimmed glasses. Upping and leaving him the previous day had clearly driven him wild.

It was fun.

‘Good evening, Professor,’ I said, letting a coquettish naivety fill my words. ‘Whatever can I help you with?’

‘I’ve got your invites.’ Water trickled down his forehead in rivulets, the rain hammering around him.

‘Show me.’ Glee filled my chest. The girls would die with excitement.

Henry thrust three elegant envelopes through the doorframe, somewhat damp, but still legible. In scrolling ink, my name decorated the front of one. Hand lettered in calligraphy.

Fancy.

‘Thank you,’ I smiled.

‘Are you going to let me in?’ he asked, his shoulders stiffening as a door opened nearby.

Tipping my head, I watched the small slice of him I could see through the crack in the door. ‘I’d love to. Unfortunately, I’m about to wash my hair.’

A deep growl met me, making my insides quiver in delight.

I loved him when he became enraged. Winding him up was quickly becoming my favourite thing.

‘Rebecca.’ My name was an admonishment on his tongue, and I fought back the urge to laugh.

‘Henry,’ I parroted, reaching through the gap in the door and grazing a thumb over his wet cheek. ‘I’dlove to drag you in here and finish what we started, but we both know it’ll only be sweeter if we delay the inevitable.’

He caught my fingers in his hand, sucking them into his mouth while holding eye contact. The way his tongue slid between my digits had me close to caving. That hot, wet mouth could be so divine. I knew he’d use it well.

But giving a man everything he wanted too quickly could ruin everything. And I’d worked too hard to get to where I was to throw it away on a quick fuck.

No.

Stay the course, Bex.

Still, my eyes fluttered as he sucked on my finger, his moan reverberating through my hand.

‘Please, Bex?’ The wanton plea nearly toppled my willpower.

‘At the party. Find me. Take me. Keep me.’

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