Page 22 of Princessa
An animated photo of Queen Elizabeth twerking popped up and I swear I almost peed in the tub.
Arabella:LOL! I can’t stop laughing. And thanks for the NSFW warning, but I’m not at work. We finished up early today.
Dots jumped on the screen and I nearly dropped my phone in the water, anxious to read what his next message would say.
Grayson:Glad the video made you laugh. Since you’re not at work, mind if I call you?
I wasn’t sure if speaking with him while naked in a bathtub up to my neck in suds made for a good idea—which was silly, seeing how he couldn’t actually see me through a phone call.
Arabella:Um, I’m sort of taking a bubble bath at the moment.
I blamed my blunt revelation on the few sips of wine consumed.
Grayson:Then…FaceTime?
Heat ignited my face and a few seconds later he followed that jaw-dropper with another text.
Grayson:Kidding!
Was it weird that I grew disappointed that he was kidding?
Girl, puh-lease. You’re way too much of a prissy missy to take part in a bubble-bath FaceTime call anyway.
Oh, eff you, Santana.
Chasing down allprissy missyinhibitions with a long swig of wine, I tapped the video icon and launched FaceTime.
