Page 20 of Operation Annulment
For the first time, I’m free to say or do anything I want without repercussions. It’s exhilarating.
I suck my index finger into my mouth and push my lips into a pout before snapping a photo. I could leave it at that—add the image to a hidden folder and call it a night—but I want him to hurt like I do.
Kate: Tell me, is this what you had planned for my mouth?
Nate: Where are you?
“Uh, uh, uh,” I say with a grin before slipping my arms out of the straps of my dress. “That’s not how this works, baby.”
Feeling bratty, I yank the cups of my strapless bra down and tease my nipples until they tighten into aching points.
Kate: Just thinking about your hands on my body…
Nate: FUCKKKKKKKKK…
Nate: Wait—is that a bathroom stall?
Nate: Are you in a bar?
Nate: Katy girl, tell me where you are right the fuck now!
“What’s the matter, baby?” I groan, adjusting the camera angle as I dip a finger into my body. “Don’t like being strung along?”
Kate: See what you do to me… what you’ve been doing to me for weeks?
Kate: But you’re too busy, so I guess I’ll just have to find someone else who’s man enough for the job.
His reply comes through almost immediately.
Nate: You can tell me where you are, or I’ll drive to every bar in the Depot District.
Nate: But know that when I find you—and I will find you—I’m going to take you back to my place and tie you to my bed.
Nate: Then, I’m going to take my time proving to you that I am the only man for the job.
Nate: Over… and over…
Nate: Katy girl, I’d go ahead and cancel any weekend plans you have because it’s probably going to take a while until it sinks in that this thing between us is far from over.
Nate: We’re just getting started.
I let my head fall back against the stall with a dull thud, feeling strangely out of breath. Not because of the texts or the images they conjure up. Not at all.
“It’s just the tequila,” I say, righting my dress, even as shivers dance across my skin.
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COMMANDMENT #10: THOU SHALT REMAIN CLOTHED WHILE OPERATING A MOTOR VEHICLE
Nate
Nate: Last chance, babe. Where are you?
Kate: You want me? Come and find me.
Asecond later, an image of a cocktail napkin comes through, and I pound my fist into the steering wheel with a low growl before making a U-turn. Thanks to the logo emblazoned across the front, I now know exactly where she is.
But that’s not what has me on edge.
