Page 33 of Evil Enemy

No.

I stared at that no for a long time.

Too long apparently.

Boston

Did you keel over from shock?

I grinned.

Eve

No, I’m just thinking about you being bad and I kinda can’t picture it.

Boston

I’ve never been arrested if that’s what you’re thinking.

That was so not what I was thinking. My mind had gone straight to the gutter. I typed out a response with the hugest grin on my face.

Eve

Actually, I was still thinking about you naked.

I tapped long fingernails on the tabletop, knowing I should cut this off and go get ready for the show. I was still in the denim shorts and T-shirt I’d worn to my parents’ place. It wasn’t exactly stripping attire. But I knew the girls would cover me for as long as I needed.

And right now, I needed this. It had been a shitastic day, and flirting with Boston was a nice distraction from it.

Boston

Funny that. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you naked, either.

Eve

Seems unfair you’ve actually seen the real deal, though. I have nothing to base my daydreams on. I could be picturing you all wrong.

Boston

Tell me what you’re seeing in your head, and I’ll tell you if you’re right.

Heat flushed the back of my neck. This was rapidly moving in the direction of sexting. I hadn’t been expecting it, but I certainly wasn’t going to turn it down. Not with Boston. I got up off my chair and locked the door before I replied.

Eve

Hairy back, bit of a hump, possibly a few scales…

Boston

I just spit my Coke out laughing.

I liked the idea of him smiling at my messages. I imagined him stretched out on his couch in a pair of gray sweats, one hand tucked behind his head while the other worked his phone. He was hot when he was scowling, I could only imagine how a smile would transform his face.

Eve

So, no scales?

Boston

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