Hiding Sparrows

12. Dtf?

Authors note: sexy times start here. This will be the only warning. If you aren't 18+, now is your time to go.

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For the rest of the afternoon, I couldn't stop thinking about Ty, and what Azael had said. If I was anyone else, that encounter after I stole from him would have been very different. Which, from experience with guys like him, I assumed meant either kill, or something worse. But Ty, he'd been all cool smiles and thinly veiled threats. What was it that stopped him? What was it about me that made him change course? Offer me a chance to pay back the debt, rather than just kill me on the spot? I had been honest when I told Az that I was a nobody. I was nothing special. What happened in Melbourne was only proof of that. But of course, he didn't know that. No one here knew that.

And then, no matter how hard I tried to steer my thoughts away, my head kept returning back to that moment in the dressing room. Before the phone call. Him, taking my measurements. His hands, brushing against the fabric of my shirt, drawing the tape around my breasts. Then, his face, on his knees before me, glancing up with that infamous smirk.

I felt an all-too-familiar tingle at the thought, my skin heating up and my cheeks burning.

Frustrated, I tried to force the images out of my head. I turned on some TV show, and tried to focus on that, but the thoughts kept coming, flashes of him, creeping in on the edge of my thoughts. I found myself getting more and more worked up. Until finally, as it was getting dark, I decided I couldn't take it.

I pulled out my phone to text someone.

What are you doing right now?

Once I set the message, I waited a few minutes, then I put my phone down and refocused my attention to Netflix.

After a few minutes, I heard my phone vibrate and rushed to pick it up.

I'm working.

U sure?

Yes. Stop distracting me.

I smirked, checking something quickly before sending another message.

shame ur working. Could rlly use a hand with smth Rn.

A pause, then what seemed like a reluctant response.

With what?

Gotcha, I thought. Like the saying goes. Curiosity killed the cat. I grinned, and reached for one of the shopping bags, drawing out the lingerie from inside. I held it up and took a photo then sent it with the caption:

need a second opinion. r these too girly for me?

There was a long pause, and I could almost hear him sighing. Then came another text.

Rob, what are you doing?

Being too subtle, apparently.

He didn't respond to that. He started typing a message, then deleted it. After a few moments, I let out a sigh and sent another message, this time, being completely transparent.

Dtf?

There were a few moments pause. Then I got a text back.

I'll be there in 20.

I grinned. Mission accomplished.