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“And what is this?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Because, right now, the way I see it is we are both still single people. And if I want to go out to dinner with another man then that is fine.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone and for a second, I thought he had hung up.
“Are you going on a date?” his voice sounded softer, but it still had that possessive edge to it that did strange things to my body.
I sighed and hung my head. Urgh, this man was infuriating. “No. I am not going on a date. I am going out with friends and family. Happy now?”
I heard him exhale into the phone and I rolled my eyes. Definitely a red flag. Normally this would make me run in the opposite direction, yet I still didn’t want to end this. Something about this man made me feel more like myself than ever before and I didn’t want that to end.
“Happier. But I still want to see you. In two days.”
My eyes widened and I dropped my mascara brush. “What? Two days. I- I can’t.”
“Why do I get the feeling you are trying to hide from me, Princess?”
“I- I’m not. I just have plans this weekend that I can’t change. Just give me a few more days.”
“Fine,” he huffed. “But I will be in Venice the day after next if you change your mind.”
“Okay,” I breathed, my heart now racing. I had even less time to decide what I was going to do now. Break it off with this guy or tell Gio so I could possibly date him.
“So, you are naked right now?” he asked, changing the subject.
I smirked as I shook my head. “That is what you remember from everything I said.”
“I remember everything you say to me, Princess.” And there he was. Being sweet again. “I am naked too. Well, only a towel. Just got out of the shower after the gym.”
I bit my lip as the image of his body came into my mind. I had only ever seen him fully dressed, but my imagination liked to run away with itself when it came to picturing him naked.
“Really?” I asked, flirting with my tone.
“Si. You want to see?”
“Are you about to send me a dick pic?”
He laughed as the phone pinged with a message.
“No. Only good girls who actually want to see me get to see that.”
I opened the picture message and my heart flipped. Wetness grew between my legs and I felt like I needed another shower at the hotness of this photo. He had taken it from a bathroom with the mirror showcasing his body's reflection of his ripped torso from the chest down to his feet. A white towel hung low around his hips, showing a deep V into his groin, where if you looked closely, you could see the beginning of dark pubic hair under the towel. His stomach was full of grooves and dips from the insane amount of deeply chiselled muscles on show and his pecs were enormous. I bet they were bigger than my boobs! Surprisingly, no tattoos. I would have put money on him being covered with them!
“No tattoos?” I asked, still staring hard at the photo, wanting to actually get myself off at the slight bulge I could see in the towel.
“No. This body is a work of art in itself.” I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. “Your turn.”
“What?” I asked, suddenly realising what he meant.
“I showed you mine, now let’s see yours.”
“You have seen plenty of my body at the club thanks to that ridiculous outfit you made me wear.”
“Don’t remind me. You’ve just made me rock hard again,” he groaned. “But I didn’t get a photo of that to look at any time I want.”
I bit into my lip as I contemplated actually doing this. No way was I sending him a naked picture of myself. I jumped up and rummaged through my underwear drawer to find my sexiest and nicest set. Pulling on the black lace thong and bra, I laid down on my bed in a similar pose to him and took a picture of my body. From this angle, it was really flattering.
“I’ll send you this picture on one condition,” I said to the phone.
“Anything, Princess.”
