“Because you care about me,” she replied simply. “And now, before you leave, I want another game. A real one.”
“I promise.”
She beat my ass for real this time.
After finishing the game, I headed home. I took out my phone to text Tess about Gran figuring out my chess tactic. I had no idea why I wanted to share it with her, but I just did. I had a dozen messages in the group chat I shared with Becca and David, but I wanted to text her first.
Liam: Gran caught on that I’ve been letting her win on purpose. It’s all your fault.
Tess: Why mine?
Liam: Instead of focusing on the game, I was thinking about you. I still am. Is that crazy? The first thing I wanted to do was share this with you.
Tess: Hmm...this is you biding your time?
Liam: I want to see you. Not in the office, somewhere else.
It was true; I did tell her I’d be
biding my time, but I just needed to see her again. Taste her again.
I watched the phone as the words Tess is typing... appeared. They stayed on for so long that I wondered if she was deleting and typing again. I could push, suggest a meeting point myself, but I wanted this to be on her terms so she’d be comfortable. I just wanted her; the where and when didn’t matter.
Tess: I’m going to a fashion week event in two days. Proenza Schouler. I have one spare ticket, because Skye can’t come. Want to join me?
I would have preferred a more intimate setting, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no.
Liam: Yes. Absolutely.
Tess: Great. My goal is to get some inspiration for designs and network a bit.
Liam: I have other goals. Making you blush. Kissing you. Learning you.
Tess: Be careful what you wish for, Liam. You might get more than you’re bargaining for.
I laughed at her unexpected reply. I’d been counting on her telling me I had to behave again, not tease me like this.
Images flooded my mind of Tess and me in a secluded corner, anywhere I could explore her soft skin with my mouth, her curves with my hands. I’d been fantasizing about tasting that perky nipple I noticed on our first encounter. I wanted to please her in every way possible.
Liam: I’m up for anything. Absolutely anything.
Chapter Eleven
Tess
The next morning, I woke up to a text from Liam.
Liam: Morning! How’s the search for panties going today?
I grinned, remembering that embarrassing conversation.
Tess: Hey...I’d been searching for the phone. Which was under the panties. And I don’t start all my mornings like that : )
I didn’t confess that I was still in bed. It felt too intimate.
Liam: So I just got lucky?
Tess: Or unlucky. Depends how you look at it.