Page 64 of Without a Hitch
“It is unless you cancel it,” he gripes.
“Not happening. So, my phone. I need it back. How did you unlock it?”
“Not happening, but you know what will happen? The entire time you’re with dachoobie, you’ll be thinking of me. My face between your legs. My cock driving into you. My palm smacking your ass. You’ll remember how hard you came every time a word leaves his mouth because all you’ll be thinking about is how fucking much you liked swallowing my dick.”
Silence.
“I… Hello? Blaine?”
He just hung up on me. My jaw hangs open. Guilt replaces my rage as I realize I never even thanked him for the shoes. Even though I have no plans to keep them, it was very generous and extremely sweet that he remembered the exact shoe I had coveted.
The phone lights up in my hand as text after text arrives. They’re all coming from my phone. What the hell?
Opening them, I see he’s forwarding pictures to himself. Photos of me and commentary about why he likes them and what he would have done if he were there. Holy mother of mercy. He’s seducing me with my own damn pictures.
Me: What are you doing? Get out of my phone!
Lochlan: Cancel your date.
Me: You’re insane.
Lochlan: Why do you look sad in this picture?
Lochlan: (picture sent)
My gaze drifts over the selfie I’d taken with my sisters at the beach last summer when Eli saw her dreams come true by opening her first after-school program. I hate that he’s the only one to see my real emotion hidden behind a mask of happiness.
Me: I’m not sad.
Lochlan: You’re lying. The eyes in that picture are sad. Why?
Me: Didn’t anyone ever teach you that calling someone a liar is rude?
Lochlan: Yes. My mum. She’s big on formalities.
The phone rings again, and my shoulders drop in resignation as I kick off my shoes and flop onto the bed.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry I hung up on you.” His voice is quiet but still commanding. An apology is not what I expected from him, and I sit upright, wondering if I heard him correctly.
“What?”
A disgruntled growl comes through the speaker, making me smile.
“I said…” He inhales deeply. “That I’m sorry for hanging up on you. I can’t seem to control myself around you, Pepper, and I—I mean, Tilly. Why did you tell me your name was Abby? I hate that name, by the way. It’s not right for you, but Tilly? I like that name.”
“It’s, ah, a long story.”
“Cancel your date and tell me about it.” His voice is strained like he’s struggling to compose himself.
“I can’t do that, Lochlan.”
“Why?” There’s a shuffling sound, and I picture him pacing.
“Because I made a commitment, and I follow through on my commitments.”
“Commit to me.” He sounds frazzled.
