Anguished (Crimson Elite 2)

“Did what?” Mel asks out of breath.

“Him. I did him…. again.”

She’s quiet for a moment before she starts laughing, loudly.

“Oh God, he has your ID.” She works it out. “And what, he came to you and you couldn’t help yourself?” she asks egging me on to explain what happened. I tell her about the flowers then his offer.

“I think it could work, no strings, just fun.” Reaching for my orange juice, I sit down at the table waiting to hear what she thinks. I need to shower, and then possibly watch more of When Harry Met Sally. Okay, I shouldn’t watch that again but I’ll be watching something.

“I want to be on your team, but I don’t think that would work…” she pauses.

“Why? We did it, it was fun. I totally got my shit and left straight after,” I say remembering seeing photos of him with another woman all over his house. I don’t want to ask him, but I do need to know if he’s married. Married men are not something I want to do. Even if they look as good as blondie. Then the way he told me no, there was hurt there, but I didn’t want to know. It isn’t how this is going to work.

“He’s your number ten, Stormi. Number ten. You’re fucked,” she whispers.

“I know, but maybe I’ll drop him down a few. He does like to talk.”

“If you drop him down then he’s marriage material. So you’re even more fucked.”

I groan loudly. “Why can’t he be a seven?” I ask. They are a man who’s good looking but you know you won’t marry, or you do because it was the right fit at the time.

“Just, well, you could put it off for as long as possible. I mean you enjoy sleeping with him, right? Just run after every fuck.” She giggles.

“I can do that.”

“Don’t linger, for anything.”

“No lingering,” I say, nodding my head.

“That means no sex at yours because you can’t run.”

Oh shit, I didn’t think of that.

“We didn’t even make it to his room.”

“Fuck, he really is your ten, isn’t he?”

I nod my head biting my lip. “He totally fucking is.”

We say our goodbyes not long after, and just before I go to sleep after my shower, a message appears on my cell.

It’s a picture from blondie. How do I know you ask? Because I know what his dick looks like and he just sent me a picture of it. With the caption.

‘Tomorrow’ winky face.

I stare at it longer than I should—he has a nice looking dick. And most of the time unwanted dick pics are annoying, but this one not so much.He’s asking for pics of me. I don’t reply, but I’m slowly giving in to what he’s asking for. He wants me again, today. And I really don’t want to say no to him because I know what he can give, and what else do I have to do today. Sweet fuck all that’s what. When another picture comes through, I’m up and getting ready in a dress I can easily pull off when I get to him. No time for speaking or fondling. Grabbing my keys, I message him telling him I’m on my way. He replies straight away with a photograph of him lying in a bed naked. ‘Waiting’ is the caption.

It takes me ten minutes to arrive at his place—he doesn’t live far away—and when I do the nerves kick in and my hands get sweaty. Is this a smart thing to do? I’ve been going over it in my head since last night, and have talked myself out of it on more than one occasion. But I’m a grown ass woman now, so I shouldn’t feel bad about sleeping with him. We’re both consenting adults wanting to have fun. No one is getting hurt, at least that’s what I tell myself as I hold the door handle of my car telling myself to get out.

When my cell starts ringing, I jump and press answer through my car without looking at who it is.

“If I must, I will come out there and get you. Except, I don’t think the neighbors would appreciate a naked man carrying a woman in.” I laugh as I look at his house.

“I was trying to talk myself out of it,” I say honestly.

Echo chuckles then the front door opens. He’s naked and standing there with no shame whatsoever as he watches me. “I don’t care who sees me, but you might if I’m carrying you tearing your clothes off on the front lawn. It’s obvious we don’t get far the minute we touch. So, what will it be, Red? Do I come out?”

Damn it! He’s right. The minute we touch, I’m so fucked.

“I’m getting out.”

He steps out through the door, and I know if I wait too long he’ll come the rest of the way and grab me. Hanging up as I walk along the path he waits patiently. My eyes try their hardest to look up and roam his perfect body. When my heels hit the last stair to the porch, I force myself to look up at him. He’s hard as a rock, not just his body his cock too as he steps inside holding the door open for me to enter.