I sighed and cocked my hip. “He’s, my boss. Sometimes he’ll have to come see me for work stuff. But if you must know, he was here to apologize, and he promised that you wouldn’t do anything to me.”
“Why would I—wait, he thinks I’d hurt you?” Desi sounded pissed over the phone.
“I don’t know. He thinks you’re mad at him for telling me. He told me you’d leave me alone.”
“Well, he shouldn’t make promises for me.”
“You’re not going to leave me alone?”
“Do you want me to?”
I bit my lip. The sting from him piercing it last night with his fangs came back to me. It had healed almost instantly, but the phantom feeling was still there.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I said, eventually.
“Have I misread things? I thought we were having fun.”
“We are—we were. I don’t know—Arsenio is—” I hesitated. Desi was a Seven Sin, just like Arsenio. He knew him better than me. The sin of Wrath would rip him to shreds if he felt the desire to do so. That fight in his basement was child’s play compared to if he found out Desi was interested in me.
Or I in him.
“Arsenio doesn’t have to know. Look, I don’t want to feel like I’m forcing this. You want more. You make the next move.” He hung up then.
I sighed and turned to add more kernels to the popcorn machine. I restocked some things and thought about everything.
Desi was fucking hot. His kiss—both times—had set my body on fire. But—Arsenio.
Finally, I pulled my phone back out.
Me: I’ve changed my mind. You’re Envy, not Pride.
Desi: Because of your ex-boyfriend? Please. I could give a shit who’s been inside you. He has nothing to do with this.
This? What was this?
Desi: The next thing you send me better be sexy, or I’m going to spend the rest of my shift movie hopping. Phone off.
He was so cocky, so to the point, and—so—so—I turned my camera on and looked around to see if I had any customers before I started taking selfies. I moved to a dark corner and puffed out my lip and widened my eyes. It was all about the angles. After about a dozen clicks, I sent him the best shot.
Desi: You’ve got a gorgeous face, but it’s not exactly what I was hoping for.
Me: What were you expecting?
Desi: Why don’t you tell me what you want to do with those lips.
My heart sped up. I had never done this before. Why was it so—embarrassing? I typed something, deleted it, then typed it again. Closing my eyes, I hit send.
Me: I’d love to see how they feel wrapped around your cock.
Desi: How do you know? You haven’t even seen my cock.
Oh my god. He sent a picture.
I let out a shriek and had to set my phone down on the counter, face down. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see what he sent. My blood was on fire, my heart racing. He was sitting in a theater. It had been a few hours since the empty one had gotten out. I steadied my breathing and picked up my phone. I downloaded the photo, and my stomach dropped right out of my body onto the floor. As did my heart and my core.
He was definitely sitting in a theater. I recognized the seats and floor. He had used the flash when taking the photo of himself with his pants down just enough to show me how hard he was. He had one hand around his cock, and it was…impressive.
Desi: Still want a taste?
