Page 84 of At First Smile
Over tacos at a beachside stand this week while discussing plans for the weekend, we put it together. Greg and Sasha, who founded the MVP Foundation five years ago, were playing matchmaker.
Me: Shall we let Greg and Sasha know their attempt to play cupid was for naught or mess with them?We can pretend we’re not together and see what silly shenanigans they get up to in their attempt to ship us?
Rowan: I’d say mess with them, but there’s no way you’ll keep your hands off me for that long. Winky face emoji.
Me: Aren’t we cocky?
Rowan: Luv, it’s your favorite thing about me.
Me: It is a lovely cock.
Biting back my laugh, I can almost hear Rowan’s groaned, “Christ!” I do so enjoy shocking him with my sassier comments.
Rowan: So many thoughts about you and my lovely cock. All of which involve that smart mouth of yours.
“Oh dear.” Cheeks inflamed, my little gasp pulls the attention of nearby bus passengers.
Rowan: But instead, I need to get into my SUV and head your way. See you soon, luv.
Me: After that comment, not soon enough.
Rowan: You’ll need to be patient because I have plans for you that don’t involve fucking that smart mouth and tight little pussy. Though I promise those are on the docket for tonight.
I adjust myself in the seat, hoping nobody can read what’s on my screen. While I’m not shocked at his casual use of vulgarity, I’m more concerned that the large print that allows me to more easily read my texts, sometimes means a lack of privacy. And I’d prefer the passengers that I ride the bus with daily not be privy to my sexting exchange with Rowan.
Me: As long as eating that sweet little pussy of mine is also on the docket, you can have your way with me, sir.
A thrill tingles along my spine at my saucy comment. It may rile him up, but let’s be honest, my sweet little pussy loves the attention.
My smile is wickedly pleased with hisChrist, womanresponse. Leaning against the headrest, a happy sigh fills me. Daydreaming about the many naughty things I’d like Rowan to do to me, I slip my phone into my blazer pocket. Only to pull it out two seconds later as it vibrates awake.
“Baby, if you’re hoping I verbalize what I just texted, you should know, there’ll be–” I lower my voice to a breathy whisper and cup my hand around the cell. “—no sexy talk while I’m on the bus.”
“Well, I certainly hope not.”
Jaw slack, I sit up. “Mom.”
“I’m surprised you recognize my voice. You haven’t called me in almost three weeks,” she scolds.
“Sorry.” I cringe. “I’ve been busy.”
“Sounds like it.”
Rubbing the middle of my forehead, I silently groan.Why didn’t I look at the caller ID before just answering?
“Who’s baby?” Her tone is laced with curiosity and caution.
“Umm…” My eyes dart around the bus, meeting only quiet murmurs and muffled music from earbud-wearing passengers.
Talking with my mother about relationships is akin to a dental cleaning. Somehow, I never floss or brush enough and am guaranteed to walk away with cavities.
“I’d like to hope it’s Alex, but he said his two requests to take you to dinner to celebrate your promotion were ignored. Don’t get me started on having to hear about your promotion from Alex and not my own daughter, but?—”
“It’s only aninterimposition, and it hasn’t started yet,” I interrupt in a miffed tone. “Also, it’s so inappropriate for Alex and you to be talking about me. Mother, you have to understand this. We broke up.”
“I know that, but he reached out after you hadn’t responded to his messages. He misses you and I’m not going to be rude. What if you two get back together?”
Eyes clamped tight, I hiss, “We arenevergetting back together. You have my express permission to be rude. In fact, it can be my birthday present this year.”
