I quickly throw on my clothes in the bedroom then head down the hall to the living room. I slide to a stop when I find Colin sitting on the couch reading his book in just a towel. When he sees me in the doorway, he stands with a sheepish look.
“I showered in the other bathroom, but I couldn’t get to my clothes. I’ll just be a minute.” He has to squeeze past me to get down the hallway. I have to clutch the wall to keep from pulling the towel off as he eases by. I notice that he is very careful not to touch me. How long do we think we can keep doing this before something happens?
I realize I’ve been holding my breath and let it out in a rush. What is the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results? I’ve lusted after that body for years now, I don’t think I’ll start getting different results now.
* * *
“First let me show you my favorite library,” Colin says as we slide through town in his Maserati. We pull up outside the central library. Finding a parking space, we climb out of the car.
“This is amazing!” The library is painted like a bookshelf, complete with books. I walk down the sidewalk reading the spines. “I have to get some pictures. My students will never believe this.” I snap some photos with my phone to show them when I get back.
“Hey, come get a picture with me,” I call, waving Colin over. We pose for several shots including one with his arms wrapped around me, both of us laughing. It was an accident snap, but it’s turned out to be the best one. “That one’s going on Instagram,” I say, posting it.
“No, wait,” Colin gets out before his phone starts ringing. Flinching, he answers. I only hear his side of the conversation, but I have a pretty good idea of who it is.
“Hey...no...I’m not...I won’t...no...Okay!” After a long pause where he slowly grows red, I hear him answer with a final, “I won’t,” before he hangs up. “Ready?” he asks me, smiling. I hear his phone ping several times in rapid succession before he checks his messages. After a few minutes of reading through the messages, he finally shuts his phone off before slipping it back into his pocket.
“Lily?” I ask. He nods his head.
“Also Izzy, Dia, and Claire. They all see me as the wolf in that picture. Apparently, someone failed to inform them that you were coming up here.”
“Oh yeah, my bad. Sorry,” I whisper. He shrugs. “You know what I think?” I ask, sliding my arms around his waist. “I think if they’re going to jump to conclusions from one innocent picture, let’s give them something to really talk about.” I hear him laugh before pulling back to look at me.
“Well, I guess if you want to go back and film some porn, I’m not going to stop you.” I slap him on the chest while he laughs at me.
“That’ll be option two. We’re about to cause quite a sensation on Instagram. Are you game? You might want to leave your phone off for the rest of the day.”
“Am I game to get into a whole lot of trouble with you?” he asks, a beautiful smile lighting up his face. “Oh hell yeah! Lead on, beautiful. Few things give me more pleasure than pissing off my sister.”
Our next stop is at the Habitat house Colin has been working on. I had no idea he worked here most weekends. It answers why there are always construction noises in the background when I call him on Saturdays during the day. He introduces me to his supervisor Ernie, then the other guys. They all seem excited to meet me as he shows me through the house, pride obvious on his face.
“Can you stay to help for a little while? At least until lunch?” Ernie asks Colin.
“Of course we can! I would love to help. Is that okay?” I ask, turning to Colin. He shrugs at me.
“Sure. We’ll do whatever you want to do today.” I catch Ernie grinning at him when I turn back around. I wonder what he’s told them about me. Why would he tell them anything? We spend the next couple of hours helping.
We take an occasional break to post a slightly raunchy picture. There’s one of me on my knees holding an extended tape measure, with both hands, near his crotch. I also post one with him behind me, with a wicked grin, while I’m bent over a sawhorse working.
“She’s going to kill me.” Colin laughs when I post the final picture of my legs wrapped around him while he has me pushed up against the wall. All you can see in the picture is his back and my legs.
After a while, even the other workers are making suggestions. They all crowd around every time I turn on my phone to post. My Instagram seems to be blowing up today! For a laugh, Colin turns his on just so everyone can hear the number of voicemails he’s received.
At lunch, we follow several of the other volunteers to a pub down the street. “I think we need a really great picture here,” I announce to Colin.
“I have an idea,” Ernie tells me, leaning over to whisper it in my ear. “I’ll go make the arrangements if you’re game.” I give him two thumbs up. Colin is watching us with a worried frown on his face. “It’s all set up, let’s go,” Ernie says when he returns.
“Attention in the bar,” the bartender yells, “many of you know our esteemed attorney, Colin Rhett.” There’s an enthusiastic round of applause. Looking around, I notice there are quite a few who appear to be off-duty cops.
“What have you done?” he whispers in my ear as we stand up from the table, crossing to the bar.
“Colin needs some encouragement to perform one last cross-examination for today. This beautiful young lady needs help onto the bar.” A couple guys set me up on the bar. “Lay down here, sweetheart.” Ernie has taken my phone. Colin is rubbing his head like he’s in the throes of a stroke. The bartender slides a lime into my mouth, sets a shot of tequila on the bar then shakes salt on my exposed stomach. “No hands, Rhett,” he calls out before the shouting starts.
The patrons have started pounding on every available surface, counting down, when I hear the loud groan from Colin. Suddenly I feel his tongue trace the salt on my stomach before he picks the shot glass up with his mouth, emptying the contents. His mouth seals over mine as he pulls the lime from between my teeth. I can feel the flashes from the camera going off, but I don’t care. I’ve never done body shots and I’m having the time of my life.
The customers start shouting something as the bartender pulls my shirt down. He opens the top three buttons, exposing the top of my breast. With a quick swipe of his wet rag, he pours salt across them. Placing another lime in my mouth, I wait as he refills the tequila. When the noise reaches its peak, Colin licks over the top of my breast with a growl before picking up the shot glass. His mouth is hungrier this time when he hunts for the lime.
“Two!” the bartender yells out as the chanting starts again. Colin quickly buttons my shirt back up, then turns my head to face the back of the bar. He licks my neck before the bartender puts salt on it.
