Part 8 (1/2)

Shoving her over to the other side of my large king sized bed, I stripped my pants off at edge of the bed, and slipped in beside Baylee. Luckily, she stayed on her side, otherwise, I couldn't be held accountable for my actions. My brain was working at a snail's pace, and I didn't have the will power to push her off myself at that moment in time.

Sleep claimed me once I got the comforter settled over my lower half, and my last thought was I could get used to this.

Chapter 8.

Baylee Monday I smiled when I saw my phone light up again. It happened a lot lately. Sebastian questioned me constantly.

Sebastian- Favorite color?

Baylee- Brown.

Sebastian- Why brown?

Baylee- I've become fond of the color of light beer lately.

Sebastian- That's incredibly weird.

Baylee- s.e.xual preference?

Sebastian- Blonde. b.o.o.bs. Legs.

I snorted, drawing the eyes of my brother over the mug of his coffee cup. He just glared. He was used to it.

Tuesday I barely held my laughter in check as I sent my latest text message to Sebastian.

Baylee- Shoe size?

Forty minutes later Sebastian- Fourteen.

Baylee- Are you proportional?

Sebastian- As in, is my d.i.c.k the same size as my shoes? I wish.

I snorted. I did too.

Two hours later Baylee- have you ever been to Hurricane Harbor?

Sebastian- The theme park?

Baylee- Yes.

Sebastian- Once when I was a kid. We usually went to Sea World.

Baylee- How's work?

Sebastian- Trying my patience.

Baylee- Do you not like working there?

Sebastian- Boss is a d.i.c.k.

Baylee- :( I felt bad for him. Each night, for the past three nights, I'd spoken to him, and he'd had nothing but trouble at work. Working in a place that you hated wasn't healthy. Especially when you had such a dangerous job.

Late Tuesday night Baylee- Have a good day?

Sebastian- Been better. Just got Johnny in bed.

Baylee- When do I get to meet him?

Sebastian- Next week sometime, hopefully. Lindsey's mother is taking him for the weekend.

Baylee- What's Lindsey's mother's name again?

Sebastian- Doreen.

Baylee- You're lucky to have her.

Sebastian- What are you wearing?

One-track mind that man had. He was full of s.e.xual innuendo. In all honesty, I was too. I just didn't let him know that.

I was lying in bed wearing a pair of boy short underwear and a tank top that said, 'Spooning can lead to forking,'

I debated it all of three seconds before I snapped a picture of myself, making sure that you couldn't tell that I wasn't wearing any shorts. Before I could think better of it, I sent it, threw the phone down on the bed, and ran to the bathroom.

Then I peeked out at it a few minutes later, wondering if it'd vibrated with a text message from him or not.

Chewing my nails, I tried to control the b.u.t.terflies as I walked to the bed and peeked at my phone. Then the b.u.t.terflies took flight as I saw the blinking green light in the corner indicating I'd gotten a message.

Scrounging up my courage, I opened the phone and my heart stuttered at what I read.

Sebastian- f.u.c.k. Tomorrow you've got some work to do to undo the damage you've caused tonight.

Wednesday- Midnight I fanned myself as I put the book I'd been reading on my phone down. Was that even possible? Can you o.r.g.a.s.m on a motorcycle just by riding it? Knowing better, but still wanting to know the answer, I clicked a snap shot of the screen and asked. Then cursed myself for sending it so late. Except, not even moments later, my phone pinged.

Sebastian- Ummm, I've never actually tried that. Maybe you and I can reenact it sometime.

My heart stuttered. That would mean I had to actually get ON a motorcycle, which I'd sworn never to do. But an o.r.g.a.s.m, not by my own hand, sounded freaking divine right now. I'd gladly break my rule just this once.

Chapter 9.

There comes a point in your workday where you know you're no longer going to be productive. That point came at 7:19 today.

-text from Sebastian to Baylee Sebastian I stared at my Captain, and barely restrained the desire to plant my fist into the older man's smug face.