MICAH: Not any more than the constant replays I have of how tight you feel, Sienna. I’ll pick you up Saturday. Don’t expect to be in bed at nine, though. We’ll be out late.
SIENNA: Ugh, are you going to make me do a strenuous activity like bowling?
MICAH: Eh, no. Do I look like a guy who bowls?
SIENNA: No.
SIENNA: You look like a guy that’s going to tattoo his name on my ass.
I laugh out loud, rocking my head back and forth because I have tattoos along my arms and knuckles that she obviously saw last week. One of the first things she asked me was if any of them meant anything, and that she didn’t have any.
I liked that she didn’t have any ink for some reason.
It meant her skin was unblemished by anything unnatural, and it gave her those sweet, sexy,freak in bedvibes.
MICAH: And it’d be in my handwriting, too.
SIENNA:
MICAH: What do you like to do, BCR?
SIENNA: BCR?
MICAH: That’s your name saved in my phone.
SIENNA: Do I want to know what that stands for?
MICAH: I don’t know, do you?
SIENNA: How many other nicknames do you have in that phone of yours?
MICAH: Only one more, but it’s for a dude.
SIENNA: I’m going to take that as I’m special.
MICAH: You’re all me, and my dick, thinks about, sweetheart.
I glance back at my clock, nostrils flaring because I need to head inside to meet Miss Vesper and her Karen ass.
MICAH: Text me your addy. I’ll message you later. I got a bogus appointment to go to.
SIENNA: Be good.
MICAH: Don’t worry about me. I’m only bad for you.
Powering down my phone, I trudge inside my kid’s school, checking in at the main office and getting a visitor pass before hitting room 107.
My cell goes off again in my back pocket, and I can’t help but look at it again before entering hell and telling this middle-aged bitch to retire if she can’t handle a bunch of kids and find Sienna’s name shows up again.
SIENNA: Then I’ll wear my bad little red number underneath my dress on Saturday since you’re saving yourself all for me.
My cock stirs in the middle of damn elementary school, but I’d really have to be an idiot not to show appreciation forthatcomment.
MICAH: You must really not want to make it to the night’s activities with words like that.
MICAH: And, fuck you, because I have to go into this meeting with a hard dick.
SIENNA: Poor baby, lol. Have a good meeting. Text me later.
