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.Every time I hurled sex-induced abuse at him, he would chuckle.Then it finally happened.And angels sang.My legs shook, my core convulsed and I was spent.I fell into a sex coma.Cole let me be for a little while.I subconsciously heard shuffling feet and running water, then I was being wiped with something soft and warm.Still in an endorphin-filled daze, I could only smile.He scooped me up and walked me to the lounge room, placed me on the sofa and brought me the cold pizza.We ate in silence.Staring at each other and smiling like the idiots we are.When we finished eating, we sat wrapped up in each other, necking like a couple of teenagers.And even though it was cheesy, it was nice.So nice, I didn’t want him to go.During the remainder of the night, I mentally argued with myself.If oral sex was that great with Cole, the real thing would have to be spectacular.Maybe it would rival sex with Ghost.I hope it rivals sex with Ghost.I mentally sigh.Nothing rivals sex with Ghost.Before I knew it, it was close to midnight and Cole was getting ready to leave.Putting on the shirt I tore off him, and the shoes he took off to be more comfortable, I walked him to the door and pulled him down to place a chaste kiss on his full lips.This was obviously the wrong thing to do because he growled and pushed me up against the wall where he savagely kissed the hell out of me for another few minutes.He pulled away from me.I ran my fingers through his hair, cupped his cheeks and searched his face.He looked indecisive.So, naturally, I squeaked when he picked me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist, and carried me back to my room for round two.I smile at the memory.The second time, he let me come after ten minutes.Ten minutes of sweet torture.Attempting to leave a second time, I walked him back to the door but when I went to kiss him, he stopped me with a firm, “No.”I am really liking Cole.Cole the caveman.Cole the sweetheart.I like him both ways.This brings us to now.I open the text message.My eyes widen and I flush before bursting into laughter.Cole: I figured it out.You taste like my grandmother’s blueberry pie.I respond immediately.Me: Holy shitballs, Cole! You can’t wake me up like that.You damn near gave me a heart attack.Cole: I thought I loved my grandmother’s blueberry pie til I tried yours.Flushing a bright red, my core begins to moisten.I’m getting hot and bothered, I type quickly.Me: You’re welcome to a slice anytime you like…but I’ll make you work for it.Cole: Fuck yeah, sunshine.Working for it is half the fun.Me: You’re making me hot.That’s not fair :(Cole: I’ll make it up to you if you let me see you tonight ;)My thoughts immediately drift to Ghost.The cooking show he likes is on tonight.I thought we’d stay in and watch.I begin arguing with myself.Why are you making Ghost a priority?I’m not making him a priority.He’s my friend.That’s what friends do.Think, girl.How much are you getting out of this friendship? Who’s getting the better end of the deal here?Fuck you, brain.You’re a bitter bitch.Ghost may not be great to me, but he isn’t bad to me.Don’t get hurt.Yeah, yeah.I’ll make sure of that.I sigh and text Cole.Me: Sorry, honey.Got plans with friends tonight.Maybe tomorrow?A few minutes pass and I’m suddenly worried that Cole is pissed with me.Cole: Sure thing, sunshine.Tomorrow.It’s a date.Relief washes over me.It’s not like I lied to him.I just didn’t tell him which friend I was hanging out with.Alone.In my apartment.All night.Hmmm.If the tables were turned and Cole was hanging out with some hot chick all night in his apartment, I’d be pissed.I decide that next time I see him I’ll explain that Ghost and I have a unique friendship and all will be okay.I hope.***Today is dragging so much that I think I might just poke myself in the eye for fun.Tina won’t be in today because Tatiana has a cold.That sucks balls.My heart aches for my little sweetheart.I hate it when kids get sick, especially young babies because there isn’t a lot you can do to help.Tina feels helpless which means I’m right there with her.So, today I am boss lady of Safira’s boutique.Luckily, Mimi and Lola are both working today, but it’s just my luck that things aren’t going well.Firstly, a shipment of clothes due to be on racks today has gone AWOL and, as per usual, the cuntish people at the post office are taking on a not my problem kind of approach.Secondly, I missed my lunch because there were too many people in the store and I couldn’t leave the girls to handle it on their own.Thirdly, every second person is throwing attitude my way, and every time someone speaks to me, my brain translates it to sound like blah, blah, fucking blah.It’s only a matter of time before I lose my shit and give someone a piece of my mind.I never said I was a good boss lady.The crowd dies down and my stomach rumbles.Loudly.Lola looks over at me with wide eyes.“What the heck was that?”Mimi answers from across the studio, never looking up from her clipboard.“She’s hungry.She didn’t have time to get lunch.”Lola looks stricken.“What the heck is wrong with you?” she yells and then slaps my shoulder.Mimi responds, still not looking over, “She’s the boss lady today.She can’t leave if there are more than ten people in the store.She couldn’t go then.” Mimi finally looks at me and smiles.“But she can leave now.”I smile my response.Lola grabs my purse and pushes me across the studio towards the front door.“Go on! Get!”I can’t help but laugh.I love these girls.“You guys want anything from Silvio’s?”At the same time, they both answer, “Cookie!” in a Cookie Monster voice.Chuckling at their silliness, I take my purse and walk down the street to Silvio’s sub shop.The man makes a sandwich like no one else.He actually cuts the meat right in front of you.The turkey is always fresh and moist.A sub by Silvio is to die for.Silvio is a sweet, mature Italian man.He’s balding, round, funny and barely speaks passable English.He spots me and pretends to have heart troubles by putting his hands on his chest and stumbling back.He smiles a cheeky smile and greets me with, “diavolo rosso dai capelli.” I’ve since learned this means Red-haired Devil.And I have to say, I like it.I smile my most charming smile and ask him, “What do you have fit for a Devil?”Silvio lifts his head to the ceiling and belly laughs.With dancing eyes he replies, “You no devil.Too sweet for devil [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]