“So, can I get a bag?” I pressed.
“Right…” He handed me a bag, and we walked around the corner to wait in line for a pair of skates.
I waited until he was talking to the attendant pulling skates and reached in my pocket with the receipt in hand, grabbed my panties and then stuffed them both in Callum’s pocket. “Here’s the receipt for your purchase.”
He nodded, completely unaware of my extra gift. “What size?”
“Eight.” I told the kid behind the counter.
He handed us our skates, then pointed to a screen. “We limit the number of people on the rink. When it’s your turn, your number will be called. It’s not too bad of a wait right now. Here’s your ticket.”
I peeked over Callum’s arm to see what number we were and how long we had to wait and snorted when it said we were number sixty-nine. “My favorite.” I mumbled.
“Nice.” The kid behind the counter said.
“Eww.” I retorted before we stepped away. I looked up at the screen and saw they were on sixty-seven. “Shame we don’t have more time.”
“We could leave.” He suggested.
“Nooo.” I droned playfully. “I really, really wanted to come.” I bent over and put on my skates.
“You should have followed rule number one.”
“I told you… I’m a rule breaker.”
“That’s fine, but there will be consequences, and that’s probably the easiest rule.”
“How many rules are there?”
He smiled. “Sixty-nine.”
I snarled my upper lip at him.
SIXTY-NINE. The computer voice called out.
He stood up and stuck his hand in his pocket, no doubt feeling it was extra full. His eyes opened wide in surprise as he chortled, “You will pay for that.”
“I hope so.” I walked through the door at the same time he slapped my ass.
Old Fashioned’s and Contracts
Weskatedaroundtherink about three laps before Callum grabbed my hand and informed me we were going home. We had managed to return our skates, grab my bag, and put on our shoes in record time. My dress shoes with my skating outfit really seemed to work for me, because I was getting a lot of turned heads. Or maybe it was the look of sexual fire in Callum’s eyes or the fact he was just hot as fuck.
Brady was waiting for us, standing by the back door of the sleek car with his hand on the handle when we walked out. Callum guided me in first.
“Was the ice skating enjoyable?”
“Very.” I said, smiling.
His eyes shifted in the rearview to look at Callum. “Where to, sir?”
“Home.”
“I have to work tomorrow.” I whined, not wanting the night to end. I checked my watch and choked, since it was almost eleven and I had a feeling the night was just starting.
Screw it. I was going to relive my college years and go into work with only three hours of sleep. How bad could it be?
Callum looked at me. “Me too.”
