Page 37 of No Apologies
“Uh huh.” He rolled his eyes again, “Just tell me you’re not setting up a booty call from my couch.”
She wasn’t, not exactly, but she wasn’t going to tell him just what she had done either. The first message she’d sent Colt had been simple. She told him that she’d like to stop by the shop tomorrow since it was her day off and have him start the tattoo he’d drawn for her. But since all he’d shot back was a simple,K, she’d decided to get a little more creative in the hopes of earning a real response.
When she’d excused herself to go to the bathroom earlier, she’d taken a couple of selfies… but not of her face. She’d sent a picture of the top of her thighs, her long skirt hiked up until it was almost indecent, along with a question about exactly how high Colt thought the garter tattoo should go. And, since she’d gone that far, she went ahead and snapped a shot of her inner thighs too, spread slightly to give him a glimpse of her panties, just to see if she could get a reaction out of him.
She had and her phone hadn’t stopped blowing up since. Colt was fuming which only made her smile grow. She could practically hear him growling at her in that sexy low voice of his about sending photos of her body to men. He’d snapped something rude about her boyfriend needing to keep her in line too. After that, the messages had continued to come in randomly, almost as if he would put the phone down for a few minutes and then go back, look at the pictures, and get mad all over again.
Or turned on. She hoped he was turned on. If he was angry she hoped it was because he was turned on and he didn’t think he could do anything about it. She figured she was the perfect girl for him because it got her all hot and bothered thinking of him angrily shoving her against a wall and dragging her dress up so he could see exactly what she’d sent in the pictures and more.
Her fantasies about Colt were never soft and gentle. When she dreamed about him it was always hard and rough. Wild. Out of control. Needy. Those were the things that he made her feel so it was only natural that when she thought about them getting physical she would think of hard bodies and rough words and…
“Sky?”
And, she was going to need a cold shower if she kept thinking about that. Not that it would work, not where her Colt fantasies were concerned. God knew she’d taken enough cold showers and had enough sessions with her battery operated boytoy to know nothing could scratch her itch but the man himself.
“I’m not setting up a booty call.” She shrugged innocently and put the phone aside again, “I am getting an appointment for some new ink though.”
“You’re getting a new tattoo?” He nodded thoughtfully, “What’re you getting this time, if you don’t mind me asking?”
She bit her lip because she wasn’t going to tell Trey about the tattoo. She liked that it was something she only shared with Colt. Liked that he’d drawn it specifically for her, liked that he would be the one to ink it and liked that he would be the first, and only, man to see it on her naked body.
“Not sure yet.”
“Not sure yet?” Trey looked skeptical. “But you’re setting up an appointment?”
“Yep.”
“Yeah, sure, never mind. I don’t even want to know what you’re really planning.” He chuckled.
“Good call.”
Her phone buzzed again and Trey laughed, “Are all of those messages from him?”
“Yeah.” She bit her lip to stifle her grin but failed miserably.
“I take it you’re not texting him back?”
“Nope.”
That earned her another chuckle, “I’d ask why but I have a feeling I’d get the same response.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Exactly.”
They fell into a brief lull in the conversation and Skylar sighed because she knew she should excuse herself and go home. She’d overstayed her welcome already. All of this talk about Colt was too much, too soon. And not just because it was Trey she was talking to about it, though she sensed as easily as he’d accepted their breakup and the cause of it that there would have to be some resentment on his part. It was more that things were so up in the air with Colt that she didn’t want to reveal the depth of her feelings until she knew more.
It didn’t seem right to be sharing her feelings for Colt with Trey. Not when she hadn’t told Colt about them first. Not when she hadn’t told Colt at all.
“I can see you thinking over there.” Trey glanced at her from half-closed lids, a smile tipping his mouth, “Trying to figure a way out of here without hurting my feelings?”
She smirked, “You really do get me, you know that?”
“Yeah. I know.” He sat forward again, “And you can go home, Sky. I’m fine. Promise.”
“I know, I just…”
“We broke up. It’s not the end of the world. Go home. Stop overthinking things with me. Definitely stop overthinking things with that tattooed bastard you seem to like for some reason. Just let it happen.”
