Page 70 of Dirty Like Brody
Brody:Yes.
Me:Ok
Brody:Why? You wannacomenow?
Come?
Like over to hisplace??
Now?
Me:?
Brody:Take off thepants.
I stared at the message. Four little words, impossible tomisinterpret.
Still…
Brody:Commando,yeah?
Me:Yeah…
Brody:You should take off thepants.
Brody:So you’re wearing nothing but myshirt.
Holyshit.
Me:I guess that would besexier
Brody:Sexyasfuck.
Okay,then.
This was…happening.
A shiver of excitement rippled through me, even as a weird, floaty unreality made me blink and look around, just to make sure I wasn’tdreaming.
But if I was dreaming, Brody would behere,right?
So I decided to follow orders. Not like he could see me. What harm coulditdo?
I was about to do it anyway, whether he told me toornot.
I slipped the sweats off and kicked them on the floor. Then I lay back on the bed in the glow of the screen of my phone wearing nothing but his shirt. Pretty much like I had many, many times before. I’d slept in the thing for years. Probably why it was fallingapart.
Brody:Aretheyoff?
Me:Yes,sir.
No response. But I was reasonably confident that you didn’t get to be as bossy as Brody was and not like someone following your orders, and calling you boss or sir or high commander or whatever. Especially if that someone was a chick you’d just ordered to take off herpants.
I reached down and touched my clit, because I couldn’thelpit.
Brody just told me to take off mypants…
Just the thought of it was getting me hot. Anddamn, that felt good. All warm and melty… I sighed into the bed. Might as well enjoy this while I could. It probably wouldn’t take very long; I’d only been hot for himallweek.
