Butterflies take flight in my stomach—and a little farther down—as I open my messages.
What are you doing today, gorgeous?
Smiling widely, I type back a response without thought.Such glamourous stuff like you wouldn’t believe.Like hiding pimples on places other than faces, I’m not going to say.
Send me something sexy, his immediate response reads.
A sudden blast of ice freezes the butterflies, sending them thudding to the ground. Really. That’s what he sends me? After the glorious night we had?
My first instinct is that this isn’t from Keir. I mean, I hardly expected him to be in contact so soon, given everything we said. I hoped, of course I did, but I thought he’d have to talk himself into seeing me again.Which he totally would. The experience was too good not to repeat.
But when all is said and done, I can’t kid myself. The chances of this being a mistake or some random looking for kicks is slim. And, as Occam’s razor would demand, the simplest explanation is that Keir has sent me a request for a . .. what? Tit pic? A crotch shot?
That’s just...
‘What’s up, sweetie?’ Chas enters the kitchen, swiping a bottle of water from the tiled worktop.
‘That’s just so.. . disappointing!’ I huff, handing her my phone.
She looks at it, then me. ‘The guy from last night?’
‘I thought he was different.’
‘On the strength of one evening?’
‘On the strength of a lot of things that happened. But yes, on one evening. Does that make me really stupid?’ Even I can hear how pitiful I sound.
‘Not stupid,’ Chas answers, placing my phone on the worktop and cracking the lid on her water. ‘Maybe hopeful. Like the rest of us.’
‘What is hopeful?’ Tianka says, entering the kitchen area next. Thankfully, she’s pulled on a white robe. Adult actors and actresses seem very comfortable in their own skins.
‘Hey, Tia,’ I say in greeting. Because, you know, she has clothes on now, so it’s totally fine to do so, and this kind of greeting does not incur a furious blush. ‘Not what is hopeful, I suppose, but who. And that who would be me.’
Tianka looks on confused, causing Chas to explain.
‘She slept with a guy who seemed nice.’
‘All men seem nice in the beginning,’ Tia scoffs with an air of superiority and a flick of one elegant hand. Tall and milky skinned, Tia has a very improbable shade of red hair. She could totally work regular speaking parts with her smoky voice and a rich Eastern European accent. Not that she’s mute during Chastity’s movies. No, she’s quite, ahem, vocal. Anyway, she’s totally got the bad Bond girl thing going on. ‘And what has the nice man done to make a mistake?’
‘He’s just asked me for a picture.’ I shrug, a little uncomfortable. ‘You know. A naked picture.’
‘Like snatch-chat?’
‘I think that’s Snapchat.’
She waves my response away. ‘Bah! Always so juvenile, these men. Take my advice and find an older man. They are more grateful for your time.’ Wow. That sounds a little... paid for by the hour. Or is it just me? ‘Also, they are not so demanding, Viagra or not.’
‘Or I could give him the benefit of the doubt?’ I suggest aloud... much to the amusement of my companions.
‘He asked for a dirty picture. I guarantee there’ll be a cock shot on your phone within three minutes of you sending him yours.’
‘I’m not going to send him a picture of my boobs or anything!’
‘Why not?’ Tia asks. ‘You have nice breasts.’ I find myself turning beet red as I bat away her outstretched hand.
‘Maybe you should send him a cock shot,’ Chastity says suddenly.
‘I told you, I’m not sending any dirty pictures. Besides, I don’t know whether you’ve noticed,’ I respond, waving my hand in the general area of my crotch, ‘but I don’t actuallyhaveone of those.’
