Page 34 of Evil Enemy

No scales or humps. No hairy back either, for the record.

Eve

I don’t believe you.

The next message that pinged in was an image.

I’ve never come so close to falling off my chair. “Jesus fuck,” I whispered.

It was a selfie in his bathroom. His back turned, one hand up, holding the phone to take the photo in a mirror’s reflection. It didn’t show his face, but it did show every inch of delicious, sculpted back.

No hair, scales, or bumps in sight.

I swallowed hard.

Eve

Okay, so your back is good. But now I’m thinking you’re hiding something on your chest, since you conveniently left that out of the photo.

I went back to admiring the photo of his back, in particular, the lower half that narrowed into his hips and ass.

His ass looked damn good. And I knew he was a gray sweatpants sorta guy.

When my phone binged again, it was another bathroom selfie.

His body was more perfect than I could have even imagined. Any daydream I might have had about defined pecs and ripped abs was blown away by the real thing. For an insane moment, I considered licking the screen. That was how hot the man was.

Eve

Jesus Christ. Do you live at the gym?

Boston

Only every other week.

He lied. Nobody got a body like that by working out intermittently. His sweatpants hung low on his hips. So low they showed off his V lines and a tiny sliver of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband.

Perv that I was, I tried zooming in to check out what he had going on beneath it, but he was hidden behind the bathroom sink.

A flash of disappointment joined the heat coursing through my body. Did I dare carry on the game? Just how far could I push the man before he said stop?

I really wanted to find out. “Ah, fuck it. We’ve come this far, might as well push my luck a little more.”

Eve

Photo stops at your waist? Shame. I’d hate to think it was your dick that is your problem area.

Boston

Did you just ask me for a dick pic? I thought girls hated those?

Eve

We hate the unsolicited ones… Different story if we asked for one.

Boston

Are you asking for one, Eve?

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