Page 99 of Indulge
“What shall I name you?” I whisper.
I remember having a teddy as a kid I called Sassy. I guess that kind of fits her, too.
“Hey, Sassy girl.” I stroke her and she purrs.
Yep. That’s the one.
My phone beeps and my heart jumps. But then I see Reggie’s name on the screen, and that damn guilt creeps up.
Except I’m still smiling when I open his message.
Reggie: How’s your first day of work?
I chew on the inside of my mouth.
Me: Good. Confusing. You guys use a lot of strange abbreviations.
Reggie: I can help you later if you’d like? I’ll be finished with this shipment in a couple of hours.
My palms start to sweat. Do I tell him Rowan is coming over to help? Or is that just fuel the fire?
Me: You can help me with something else later?
Reggie: Oh yeah?
Me: Well, I’d like to lodge a formal complaint. I didn’t come last night.
He replies instantly.
Reggie: …
Reggie: Are you drunk?
I giggle, picturing him squeezing his phone, nostrils flaring.
Me: No? You didn’t make me come, and I’d like the situation rectified tonight.
Reggie: Are you sure you want to play this game, Princess? We both know it was at least five times. Can you even walk today?
A blush spreads up my throat. I am sore. I can still feel him, marking me, claiming me as his. It makes me squeeze my legs together.
But the thrill of finding more buttons to press makes it worth it.
Me: Nope, don’t recall. But I’ll be in your bed, waiting for you…
Reggie: Now?
I bite my lip. Rowan never told me whether he was actually coming here.
Me: Maybe.
Reggie: I’m at work.
I blow out a breath, a new idea springing to mind. I stand, lifting up my skirt and bending over the desk, and snap a picture of my ass.
My blush deepens. I can almost hear the grit of his accent, feel the warning laced in his words. The thrill that comes with testing him hums through me.
Before I can second-guess it, a shadow shifts in the doorway.
