Page 32 of Show Me How
The rush drops. My pleasure morphs into a frustration so sharp I can nearly smell it.
My phone buzzes twice, and the drop continues. A wave of embarrassment and disappointment in myself hits me so hard that when I grab my phone again, it’s with shaky hands. Two messages wait for me.
Answer the question, Millie.
I already know my answer.
It won’t be one that I’d like. A man like Shade isn’t interested in teaching me about sex. The only reason I let myself go along with this was because of what I was doing, and that’s wrong on so many levels. Hearing his answer would have only hurt my feelings.
Maybe my body working against me was a blessing in disguise.
Before he can send through another message, I turn my phone off and toss it onto the small side table. I’m neverturning it on again. Especially not before heading into the studio tomorrow. At least this way, I won’t have to pretend not to be upset in front of him. Instead, I can live in ignorance.
I’m good at that by now.
10
SHADE
“Who pissedin your cereal this morning?” Bryce asks.
I glare at her from where I’ve started setting up my station. She pretends not to notice, focusing on the roll of cling wrap in her hands instead of me.
“You didn’t have to be here this early. Isn’t your first appointment after lunch?”
“Shit, grumpy ass. If you wanted the day to yourself, you could have called in sick.”
I scrape a hand over my hair. “Sorry. Late night.”
“Oh, pray tell.”
“Daisy’s turned you into a gossiper.”
Her shoulder jostles with a shrug, the loose fabric of her cropped tee shifting with the movement. “Could be worse.”
“I just couldn’t sleep,” I tell her.
“Too many women blowing up your phone all night?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Or more like the lack of.
After Millie disappeared on me, I spent the following two hours constantly checking to see if she’d returned. Spoiler: she didn’t.
I woke in the shittiest mood this morning, and it’s safe to say it hasn’t gotten any better since. I’m not used to being ghosted like that, especially in the middle of a conversation that had my attention in a death grip. Yeah, my dick was hard, but I was more intrigued than I was horny. There’s something about that goddamn woman that entices me more than warns me away.
The admission of her lacking sexual life was only another alarm shrieking for me to turn back before it’s too late.
Yet, here I am, in a piss-poor mood because I wasn’t done speaking with her. I’m still not done.
“If you stop taking your blue balls out on me, I’ll run across the street and grab us coffee,” Bryce offers.
“My balls aren’t blue, Brycie. They’re purple.”
Her nose scrunches before she walks right past me, her middle finger flicking up. “Fuck off.”
“I love the way you flirt with me!” I call as she steps outside.
