“Five minutes,” she hisses. “I’m suddenly not feeling well.”
I throw my head back and laugh as I join the rest of the staff. Crystal takes off to shoot pool while Ava corners me. “So this was fun, right?” she says, leaning into me. “I’m glad we did it. It’s always fun to get out of the office and let loose.”
“Yeah, it is.” I smile at her and see she has gotten a touch closer. “But I’m not feeling so well. I think I might hit the road.”
“Really?” She pouts. “That’s too bad.” She touches my arm and walks away. I catch Crystal’s gaze, nodding. She looks around and then says goodbye to everyone with the excuse she is exhausted. I wave goodbye to her as I watch her leave. She texts me two minutes later.
I walk around, saying goodbye to everyone and wishing them a good weekend. I walk out to my truck and see that my tires have been slashed. “What the fuck is this?” I say, looking around to see if anyone is there, but no one is around. “This can’t be fucking happening.” I walk around the truck; all four tires are fucking finished. I pick up my phone, calling Crystal first.
“Hey, I’m stuck,” I tell her. “Someone slashed my tires.”
“Shut up,” she says. “If you didn’t want to have sex with me, you could have just said no. You didn’t have to slash your tires.” She laughs. “Do you want me to go home?”
“Your ass had better be naked on my bed when I get there.” I hang up on her and call Walker, who sounds just as thrilled as I am.
“This had better be you dying.”
“It’s one step from death,” I tell him. “Someone slashed my fucking tires, and I really need a ride home. Like really, really.” I’m even to the point I might even fucking beg him.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way,” he says as he hangs up the phone.
Just then a text comes through from Crystal.
I put my head back, counting down the fucking minutes.
I laugh when she sends me a selfie of herself holding the bra, and I see my headboard in the background.
Why are you not naked?
It’s followed up with a picture of her bare legs on my comforter. My cock gets so hard he might combust. I see Walker’s truck pull into the parking lot. I don’t even wait for him to stop before jumping in. “I will pay whatever ticket you get, but you have to get me home.”
He throws his head back and laughs while Crystal sends me another picture of her hip, and I can see black lace. I grip the phone in my hand, tapping my foot. I jump out of the truck when we make it to my house. “Leave.” I slam the door and run inside. Closing the door, I take the steps two at a time, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
There in the middle of my king-size bed on my white comforter is Crystal.
Her black bra is pushed down under her tits, her nipples peaked and pebbled, her back against the pillow. Her legs are bent at her knees but open to show me that beneath the black lace thong, her fingers are playing with herself. “Took you long enough,” she moans and comes on her fingers while I watch her.
“Playtime is over,” I tell her, getting closer to the bed. “For you, that is. I’m just starting.” Her eyes watch me.
“Playtime is over.” His voice comes out gruff, strong, and my body gets tense again.
He told me naked on his bed. I gave in halfway.
He unbuttons his shirt button first. “You listened.” His shirt falls open, and I stare at his big, strong chest, my eyes flying to the mark I made on his chest in that alley.
When the driver pulled up to his house, my hands were sweaty, and I had to wipe the palms on my pants. I unlocked the door, looking around at the big, open house. I walked up the stairs in his huge house, coming to his bedroom. I flipped on the light, taking in the huge bedroom. Brown wood beams are across the ceiling. Two gray chairs beside the windows on the side of a big king-size bed. I drop my purse in one of them, kicking off my shoes. I peel off my jeans, folding them, and then unsnap the bodysuit and pull it over my head. I walk to the king-size bed with the gray headboard. I climb on and sink down; it’s almost like a cloud. With his smell all around me, I did what he told me to do. I got ready for him. Now he’s here in front of me, peeling off his shirt. I thought I had his chest memorized in my head, but I was fucking wrong. Because there is no way those memories did him justice.