Page 82 of Saving Graces
Not as bad as you since you’re going send me one back while you’re supposed to be working, Ms. Centre Director
Rosalie hesitated. She was absolutely not… not going to do this. She quickly unbuttoned her work shirt all the way down below her bra to display some serious cleavage and a hint of lace. She snapped a photo, capturing all the way up to her lower lip, parted in concentration. Eyes squeezed shut, Rosalie sent it before she could second guess herself.
She’d barely put her shirt back together before her phone buzzed.
I swear to god you have the hottest tits in North America.
Rosalie smiled.
Tell that to all your groupies
It took a solid minute to remember that she was about to turn thirty-eight and had an entire youth center to run so she could not spend her whole day locked in a bathroom, looking at a photo of Kinsey in bed.
That night as Rosalie stepped out of the shower, her phone buzzed. Without bothering with a towel, Rosalie lunged for her phone. Another photo. It was taken from behind the drum kit at the rear of the stage, Cassidy at the mic and the house lights illuminating thousands of faces watching beyond.
What groupies?
Rosalie’s fingers hovered above the keyboard, unsure what to say though several things came to mind. I’d fight them all just to kiss you again. I think I’m already your groupie. When are you coming home? She didn’t send any of them.
Just before she fell asleep her phone buzzed with a call. Her lips moved into a smirk as she picked up.
“Oh,” she said, “finished with all those groupies already? I’d have expected better than that from you.”
“Did I wake you?” Kinsey asked. Rosalie could hear the sounds of distant traffic beneath her voice.
“No.”
“But you’re in bed, aren’t you?”
“How can you tell?”
“You sound like you’re in bed.”
“I am,” she admitted. “I am most definitely not out in some hot music venue, playing to crowds, getting hit on by hordes of easily impressed women.”
She could hear Kinsey’s smile as she spoke.
“Literally all I’m hearing is that you’re in bed.”
“Mmhmm.”
“In fact, I’m pretty sure what I’m hearing is that you’re in bed, alone and naked.”
“I…” Rosalie stopped herself. She was, in fact, wearing full length winter pajamas. Kinsey laughed quietly.
“Shut up and tell me you’re naked in bed right now so I can get through this long cold night on a tour bus without a single groupie to comfort me.”
“I’m naked,” Rosalie said softly. “And warm, and soft, and all alone.”
“And,” Kinsey added, her voice low, “wet for me.”
Rosalie swallowed.
“And,” she whispered, “so wet for you.”
“Goodnight, Rosalie,” Kinsey said, her voice soft, and the phone went dead.
It was a long time until Rosalie could sleep.
