Page 53 of Touch Me Not: Anniversary Edition

Lily: Girl with the finger to her lips.

Her Skype had a provocative picture? So many things about her didn’t make sense to him. She had a severe issue with being touched, but her Skype profile picture oozed sex? He shook his head and sent her a contact request.

And waited.

And waited.

Nikoli: FFS, Lily, accept the damn request.

Lily: My Skype isn’t on.

He rolled his eyes in frustration and let out a long-suffering sigh.

Nikoli: Then open the fucking program!

Lily: Hold your damn horses.

Nikoli: I’m about 2 come over there.

Lily: Sheesh!

His eyes roamed back to the screen to see she accepted, but her status was set to “away.” His eyes narrowed. Such a liar. Her Skype had been on the whole time; she’d been messing with him.

He hit video call and waited and waited and waited until it hung up. Damn that woman. He opened the Skype chat box.

Nikoli: Answer the damn call!

Lily: Busy!

Nikoli: I’m getting in my car and coming over there right now.

He hit the video call button again, and she answered before the first ring finished. Her irritated face greeted him, and he laughed. She looked pissed.

“What the hell do you want, Nikoli?” she asked. “I’m trying to study.”

“I just wanted to see your smiling face,” he said, the laughter in his voice apparent. She sounded so grumpy.

“There, you’ve seen it, I need to—”

“Now, now, my little prude,” he interrupted. “It’s either talk with me here or I come pick you up. Your choice.”

The glare she gave him rivaled the one he’d just leveled at Luther.

“Fine,” she huffed. “What do you want to talk about?”

“You.”

“Me? Why?”

“You’re a fascinating girl, Lily.” That was an understatement. “Stand up.”

“Why?”

He sighed. “Lily, don’t argue. Just do as you’re told.”

Lily stood, and his mouth went a little dry. She had on an old Metallica t-shirt and a scrap of white lace panties. Damn. He shouldn’t have asked that, but he was curious to see what she wore to bed.

“Well, at least you’re not wearing granny panties like I assumed,” he said. “You’re a lace girl, huh?”

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