Sweet dreams, Princess.
I’ve been antsy since talking to Grant the other day. I haven’t decided when to tell Chase that we only have to be a secret a little while longer, but at the same time, I doubt whether we’re ready for that step. Either way, we’ve barely talked today with it being a travel day for him and a busy day of meetings for me, so I decide to send a lame text to check in when I get home from work.
BREE
How’s the series?
ME
Are we pretending you don’t watch every single game?
BREE
Not every game.
ME
Okay, sure.
BREE
Maybe I want you to tell me about it.
The phone rings before I can finish texting my response. Only it’s not a phone call, it’s a request to FaceTime. Shit. Running to the bathroom, I answer the call but don’t show my face until I make sure I look presentable.
“Are you one of those millennials who don’t know how to use a camera?”
“What, no?” I shout back as I wipe the smudged mascara beneath my eyes and fix my hair.
“Why am I looking at your ceiling instead of your pretty face then?”
“I was making sure my face was pretty,” I say, bringing the phone up so he can see me.
“Your face is always pretty. Hey, Princess.”
“Hey yourself.” He’s lying on the bed in his hotel room. Shirtless. Those tattoos are on full display and I’m weak for them.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Who said anything about fair?” And there’s the smirk that makes me melt.
“You’re a big tease.”
“Doesn’t have to be a tease. Ever had FaceTime sex?” He props an arm behind his head and what I wouldn’t give to be in the room with him to take in that view.
“Um, nope, can’t say that I have.”
“Wanna give it a try?” he wiggles his eyebrows.
A knock sounds on his end of the phone.
“Fuck, hold on.” He gets off the bed and answers the door.
“Rook, whatcha doin? Oh, is that Gabber?” Miller takes the phone from Chase and his silly smile fills the screen.
“What are y’all talking about?”
“Cockblock,” Chase mutters and I hear the door slam shut.
