In His Bed (18+)

Chapter 10

We were upstairs, in the kitchen, cleaned up and clothed after our interlude in the storage room.

Setting my notebook in front of Jason, I said, "These are sales prices I found for comparable furniture sets online. I can get a listing up later today, but I need to know what you want to ask for them."

He sighed, pushing it away. "Actually, we're going to need to put this on hold."

"What? Why?"

"I have to go out to Portland for work, and I won't be back until Friday."

"Oh." I felt my spirits deflate slightly. He'd be gone all week.

He raised a hand to cup my cheek. "I know baby, I'll miss you too."

I scoffed, playing sassy, "And who said I was going to miss you?"

Jason smirked. "Your face."

That shut me up. I blushed crimson while he continued.

"There is a bright side, though. Faith's spending next weekend with her mother."

My gaze snapped up to meet his, and I couldn't help the grin spreading across my face. "Oh?"

"Yes, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to have another sleepover, just you and me?"

A weekend alone with Jason Coleman?

"Very willing, Mr. Coleman."

I did my best to pretend that everything was normal, but as the week wore on, I couldn't deny that the days felt flatter, greyer with Jason gone, without even the possibility of seeing him...

By Thursday, the coming sleepover was the light at the end of this tunnel. Faith mistook my improved mood as excitement for our after-school shopping trip.

As me, Faith and Sierra all piled into her car, Faith remarked, "You finally off the rag, Hales?"

I laughed good naturedly, resisting the urge to snatch a tendril of her hair and rip it out of her head.

We reached the mall, a dying relic of a dying era, and began to hit the usual round of stores, starting off at a purveyor of sweatshop manufactured fast-fashion.

We'd been perusing for maybe five minutes when Faith sidled up to me with a barely-there slip of a dress.

"Hey, stuff this in your purse."

I looked down, whispering. "I don't do that anymore – I told you."

The look Faith gave me was so annoyed, so disgusted, that I felt a cold shiver run over my skin.

"Why do I even let you tag along?" Shaking her head, Faith stormed away, leaving me feeling utterly worthless.

My vision flared red, and for a fiery moment, I was paralyzed by my absolute rage.

Then, a dress caught my eye, a rose colored, crushed velvet scrap that was somehow even less of a garment than Faith's.

In an instant, I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Snatching up one of those, I blazed a path of destruction toward the fitting rooms, grabbing random pieces along the way.

Inside one of the tiny cubicles, I stripped, reaching first for the barely-a-dress. It slid down my skin, hem resting midway down my thighs. The fit wasn't stellar, but if I reached behind my back and pinched the fabric, I could make it look like it'd been designed to hug my body.

Perfect.

Digging into my bag, I pulled out my phone.

Tightening the fabric with one hand, I repositioned the bodice over my breasts, until just enough of my cleavage was displayed.

I angled myself in the poor lighting, snapping a few quick shots with my face obscured.

Discarding the dress, I picked out a white top and a pleated schoolgirl skirt next, taking several photos in poses that showed off the golden curves of my thighs and ass.

Finally, I picked out a cropped denim top and let it gape open, the front panels covering my bare chest.

As I went through my pictures, curating the best of them, I found myself lingering over the last batch. The way the shadows clung to my skin was alluring, but something in me, some hurt part of my ego, pushed me to go further.

Taking a breath, I adjusted the jacket so that the edges of the denim grazed the outer sides of my breasts. My heart pounded as I brought up my phone and clicked. I was completely exposed.

Just the way he likes me...

Growing bolder, I slipped the jacket off, standing there in just my briefs. Another handful of pictures went into my phone as I angled my body, posed, pushed my breasts together and did my best to be a good little slut for Jason.

There was just one barrier left...

As I slid my hand under my panties, against my sex, I heard Faith call out, "Hailey? Are you in here?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Could you hurry up? We want to go get sushi!"

"Yeah, I'll be right out!" Sighing, I leaned back to rest my head against the wall. With a smirk, I snapped one last photo before moving to put my own clothes back on.

As I stepped out of the fitting room, I scrolled through my camera roll, debating which one to send.

"Oh my God, could you move any slower?!"

Glancing up at Faith, I selected one of each outfit, plus that last shot of me getting handsy with myself.

In the text of the message, I wrote: "Missing me as much as I'm missing you?"

I smiled up at Faith and Sierra as I put my phone back into my purse. "Sorry about that! Ready to go?"

We were in the food court, eating, when my phone vibrated.

Picking it up, my pulse spiked as I saw that my photos had definitely made an impression.

He wrote: "Tonight. Midnight. We're Facetiming and you're going to finish what you just started."