Page 55 of Forbidden Dance
“Okay,” Irma says. “Plenty of time to get the mail sorted.”
“Yes, I can do it.”
And it’s done. The lie is out.
I set my string bag on a shelf, tugging it open so I can easily pull the phone out to check. It’s on silent, and Blitz hasn’t returned my text. No telling what has him tied up after something as big as a video shoot.
The box of mail waits on the counter. I sit on the floor with it. But I’ve only sorted three envelopes when I stand up and move my string bag closer. I’m jittery, as anxious as I’ve ever felt. What if he can’t meet? I’ve already told Irma I’m leaving.
My hands shake as I toss advertisements for coffee companies and religious tract printing in the trash. I’m glad the work is fairly mindless. I can’t concentrate on anything.
I hear a buzzing sound. What is that? It makes the floor vibrate a little.
I pick up my bag. It’s the phone. I thought it was on silent! Maybe the buzz is what silent means. I have to find a way to turn that off too. It’s very loud in the quiet.
But Blitz has texted me back.
Princess, I’m officially your slave.
I smile.
Then another comes through.
I can already picture my hand sliding up your thigh.
A rush of heat blossoms down low. I glance wildly around, wondering if the prayer books are going to come crashing down on my head for reading this in a church.
When it reaches its destination, I’m going to make you scream.
I suck in a breath, and a piece of hair catches in my mouth. I inhale it, sputtering and coughing and making a terrible racket.
Irma pops her head in. “You okay, Livia?”
I shove the phone under my skirt. “Just swallowed wrong!”
She nods and heads back to her desk just as another buzz comes. Then another.
God, I nearly got caught. I frantically push all the icons until I find the settings. It takes several eternal moments to locate the vibration setting. I finally find it and now the phone is truly silent.
By the time I look at my texts again, there are a line of them.
I want to taste the inside of your knee.
I bite ankles, is that okay?
He seems to get nervous that I’m not replying, so he asks,
Am I going too fast? Because I can back off. I just can’t seem to tick off the minutes until I see you any other way.
I’m not sure what to say. I did start it with my panties text.
Finally, I write him.
You don’t scare me. Not anymore.
His response is instant.
But I did?
