“Fine,” I replied, picking up my phone and opening my Instagram app which I never used. Nobody ever liked or commented on my photos besides my mom, and it was always the same thing: a heart and a smiley face. But to my surprise, this time I had a message waiting for me.
I clicked the icon and my heart
almost fell out of my butt.
ShaneMasonPhotography.
“Oh my god…” I whispered.
“What? It’s good isn’t it?” Jane asked, referring to her photo.
“Oh, yeah!” I replied, quickly going to her account and liking her recent post. “There, I liked it.”
“Thank you!”
My heart was slamming in my chest like it was trying to hurt me. So many questions were racing through my mind: Why would Shane Mason be DMing me? How did he find my Instagram? What did he want? Was it going to be bad?
How could it be bad?
I remembered his touch, his strong hand on my back, my breast…those lips against mine…the way my legs had parted so easily for him and that monster bulge he’d pressed against my pussy, only the fabric of our jeans between us…
I quickly went back to my messages. There it was, his, sitting unopened at the top of the list. Janice was sitting next to me, engrossed in her phone and whatever she was doing. I shifted on the couch so my screen was facing away from her, hovered my thumb over the message, took a breath, then pressed it.
When I saw what he’d written me, I couldn’t believe it.
Come to the studio tonight. Don’t tell Janice.
That was it.
Oh. My. Friggin’. God!
I wasn’t even close to prepared for what I’d just read. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and felt myself instantly get moist in my jeans. I bit my lip as I looked at my friend sitting next to me.
Don’t tell Janice…
It was so wrong, but at the same time, what would Janice care? Why would she? All she wanted to do was fuck Shane so she could advance her career. I didn’t even have a career. My motives were pure…
…well maybe not pure-pure, but purer than hers!
I got up from the couch, went into the bathroom and shut the door. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. Compared to how dolled up Janice had been at the shoot, I looked like I’d just crawled out of a trailer park or a Walmart in the middle of nowhere. If I was going to go see Shane—and that was a big if—then I had to look my best.
My hair was a damn bee’s nest, but I did what I could with it. Using a bit of Janice’s make-up, I did my lashes, eyeliner and a bit of contour. I’d done her make-up enough times that I sort of knew what I was doing, and by the time I was done I looked a little bit more presentable.
But still—I was no model.
What if I went back and he realized what a mistake he’d made? What if he ended up telling me he just wanted to talk to me about Janice or something and not hook up? What if he did want to hook up? I was on fire for him, but…I was still a virgin and there was no question that he’d had countless gorgeous women in his life. I had no idea how to please a man, especially one with as much experience as Shane must have had.
No, I thought, opening my phone. Not tonight. It’s too soon.
I selected his message and wrote back.
Sorry. I can’t. Not tonight.
I closed the app and locked my phone, but it vibrated back instantly. My heart was about to explode. I checked it.
NO. Tonight. Now. Come. Don’t tell Janice!
“Shit…” I muttered. He wasn’t asking; he was telling me. He knew I wanted to come back, and hearing him say it like that made me realize that I really did. In fact, I knew I couldn’t resist again. I couldn’t tell him no one more time. I had to go.