ZOLTÁN: Wear the team colours to the party.
FIA: Are you giving me orders?
ZOLTÁN: I’m giving you context. It’s a team party. Work morale.
Reading the texts now, I felt the deep pitching of guilt in my chest. It was not a party. I should warn her. Tell her not to come. But I was so desperate to see her somewhere other than a pit lane.
FIA: And if I don’t?
ZOLTÁN: If you show up in green or red, I’ll pretend not to know you.
FIA: How tempting.
ZOLTÁN: You would be devastated. Stop playing hard to get.
FIA: I’m not playing anything.
ZOLTÁN: These quick replies tell me one thing.
FIA: Which is?
ZOLTÁN: You’re fluent in lies, Zsófia.
I wasn’t worried about her being angry at my teasing. I knew she’d come back eventually, and there was a sick part of me that loved the idea that I had got her right where I wanted her. She should be reflecting on just how much she wanted me.
It had been three hours since our last exchange.
Double texting didn’t even cross my mind.
ZOLTÁN: Your guest room is right next to mine.
It took all of thirty seconds for her to reply.
FIA: And why would I need to know that?
ZOLTÁN: If you need anything, I’ll leave the door unlocked.
FIA: So I’ve got to come to you?
She was testing me. Clear as day, this girl wanted me. I knew she wanted me. She knew she wanted me, but she couldn’t admit it to herself.
ZOLTÁN: I’m trying to be a gentleman.
The three dots of her response were immediate… they vanished then reappeared.
FIA: That’s cute, considering I literally told you last time you didn’t need to be.
Her sweet, half-asleep moans telling me I could wake her up with my cock lived in my head rent-free. All hours of the night. Every wakingminute.
FIA: Let’s make a deal.
ZOLTÁN: All ears.
FIA: If the door is unlocked, game on. First of us to crack loses.
Was this her reestablishing the whole ‘fuck me while I’m asleep’ situation?I couldn’t get ahead of myself.
ZOLTÁN: And if I were to find you asleep?
