Page 33 of Captivated

I roll my eyes.

Me:It is. That’s why I’m making it.

Nico:You know what also sounds good? Me fucking that sassy attitude right out of you and then eating dinner with you. Naked.

Me:I happen to like my attitude, and I know you do too. Fucking me won’t make it go away.

Nico:If it’s hard enough, you’ll be nice to me for a few minutes.

Me:That’s presumptuous.

Nico:I’m speaking from experience,la mia rossa piccante.

He’s said that to me before, so now that I have the written words and spelling, I look it up.

My spicy redhead.

It shouldn’t make me happy that he’s calling me that, but it does. The fact that there’s a ‘my’ in front of it…

No, I can’t let myself go there.

Me:And from your experience with me, I’m spicy?

Nico:You’re the perfect balance. Spicy attitude with a sweet pussy and sweet moans to go with it when I’m deep inside you.

I pop a piece of chicken in my mouth to see if it’s spicy enough and start to choke when I read his message. Coughing, I gulp down some water and read it again. And again.

Nico:Got nothing to say to that, Cassandra?

Me:I told you I was cooking. I’m not waiting with bated breath for your next message to come through.

Nico:See? Spicy.

Me:**rolling my eyes**

Nico:How about I make your eyes roll back instead?

Fuck, he’s too good at this. He has a dirty retort for everything.

Me:I told you it wasn’t happening again.

Nico:You did. But we both know it was a lie. If I told you I was outside your house and needed your lips wrapped around my cock more than I needed my next breath, what would you say?

Me:I’d say to keep holding your breath and I’ll mourn you at your funeral with my sexiest lingerie under a black trench coat in your honor.

Nico:That’s evil.

Me:Only a little.

Nico:You could at least let me see you in that lingerie before you kill me. I’ll take another dance, too. Then I’d die a happy man.

My heart pangs with guilt.

I don’t want the reminder that he told me I only dance for him now, because that won’t be true after tomorrow.

Me:You’re assuming I’d take pity on you.

Nico:You’re not heartless,piccante.

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