I wavered, unsure if I should answer him directly or taunt him a little. Taunting him seemed the prudent way to go.
Me
Wouldn’t you like to know…
Burly Bear
Exactly why I’m texting…because I want to know.
I bit down on my bottom lip as my fingers flew across the screen.
Me
I sent out a booty call, and I’m currently waiting for one of those bikers to crawl through my window.
If only I had the courage to make that happen, but the last thing I wanted was for Otto to think I didn’t possess it. For him to know that I’d never recovered.
It took him two minutes before he finally responded.
Burly Bear
Don’t make me turn this bike around.
I hesitated, knowing I was doing nothing butpoking the bear, but loving the power a little too much.
Me
Why? You want to watch?
Okay, maybe I had taken the inappropriateness too far. Maybe the margaritas I’d been slinging back at Kane’s had gone to my head. Maybe I was playing with fire. Because I might not have been able to hear his voice, but I knew the words he shot back were rabid.
Burly Bear
Don’t push me, Raven. You don’t want to see what it looks like when I come unhinged. Think it’s best if you keep your conquests to yourself. Don’t want to think of you with another man, and I sure as fuck don’t want to watch youwith one.
I reread it four times.
Another man.
Another man.
Maybe I was looking too much into the phrasing. Conjuring that hope I needed to stamp out.
A seed of guilt sprouted. I shouldn’t toy with him like this. Lead him to believe something that wasn’t true. But I couldn’t bring myself to confess to him what it really meant. How I was stuck, and I wasn’t sure I would ever get out of the quicksand that forever dragged me under.
Still, I tapped out a reply, hoping to assuage some of what I’d done.
Me
I’m only playing with you, Otto.
Burly Bear
Go to sleep, Raven, before I turn this bike around, anyway.
There was the tease. A promise that I was off the hook. Besides, I doubted that Otto would ever truly be angry with me.
A heavy sigh pilfered from my lips.