Page 8 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
My phone chirps with a response, and my face flushes, my heart could bruise my chest with how fast it beats as I read his reply.
Xander
That was…quite the response. One that has me desperately wanting to be bad with you. But I am a gentleman so I will refrain and instead ask if I could take you to dinner.
Me
Why can’twe do both?
Xander
Both?
Me
Yeah. Have dinner then be bad.
God, what is wrong with me? This man…thisbeing…has me acting feral.
Xander
Evangeline…I do not think you know what you’re insinuating.
Me
I know exactly what I’m insinuating.
Xander
Ok. I’ll play. You want to be bad? Fuck the small talk. Let’s meet. Tonight at 8. Mulberry Street in front of old St. Patrick’s Cathedral.
Me
A church? Are we going to sin and ask for forgiveness after?
Okay, now I’m beingnaughty.
Xander
If you don’t stop being a brat then you’ll definitely be on your knees praying for penance.
Oh, fuck.
Xander
And it won’t be God’s name you’re calling.
Holy shit.
My nipples are painfully hard, my panties soaked as his words paint pictures in my head: Him fucking my mouth. Him taking me from behind. Mebeggingto come.
Me
See you at 8 bad boy.
I add a winky face emoji and close out of the app, too scared to see his response. I’m also freaking out just a little bit.
I’ve never sexted someone before. My ex wasn’t into it. Not that my texts to Xander could even qualify as sexting. They were rather tame, but boy was it exhilarating.
