Page 26 of Other Side Of Never
The notification on my cell phone tossed me a reprieve.I put my laptop down and crossed to my dresser to find a message from Kian.
Since we’d gone to the beach a week ago, he’d texted me regularly.At first, I stuck to answering his texts but initiated none.
After the first few days, assured I was not pushing myself on him, I began to text him as well.
Little things.
The daily minutiae.
Things that made me laugh; things I thought would tickle Isaiah.
I texted to ask when they were coming to Susie Q’s and if they wanted to order off the menu or wanted me to surprise them.
Kian always opted for the surprise.
When I created chocolate Lego blocks for Isaiah, I texted Kian to pass by Mary Lou’s to pick them up.When Isaiah blew through the doors to Susie Q’s and delivered a rib-crushing hug, I wanted to build him an entire chocolate universe.
I missed the hours I used to put in designing, molding, and creating.
So, Kian’s name displayed on my cell phone screen did not surprise me.
But his message did.
Kian: Change of Plans.Isaiah is spending the day with Aaron and Nadine.I need to go check out a few possible work projects.
Disappointment rocked me back on my heels.With my thumbs poised over the keyboard, I readied to let him off the hook.Before I could respond, his next message popped up.
Kian: Want to come with me?
It took all of 0.3 seconds for me to respond.
Bridge: YES!
Kian: I thought you might like that.Wear boots and jeans.I don’t want you getting hurt.
Bridge: Yes, Sir.
Kian: Good girl.
Bridge: …
Kian: …
I stared at the screen with wide eyes, watching his bouncing dots, until my unfiltered brain grabbed hold of my thumbs and tapped out a response.
Bridge: I’ll let that pass but if you unlock any more of my kinks, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
Kian: Don’t tell me these things.
Bridge: Don’t call me a good girl.
Dots danced beside his name.
I held my breath.
Kian: I’m going to regret asking but, are you?Are you a good girl?
I grinned wickedly, feeling more than safe to flirt with the hotter than hot man who was fast becoming a good friend, a man who was out of bounds and therefore not a threat.
