Be My One Regret

be my 1 regret / 23

ALL HAIL REALLY BIG....smiles, silly, I'm a sucker for a cute grin....

When someone tells you that you can't have something, that's when you want it more.

Case in point. Me. 24 hours later. Like a child waiting for that one special treat. Salivating. Craving. Almost pitching a fit for it.

Yeah, that's me.

And when the timer on my phone goes off, yes, that's right, a timer, I spring like a tiger at it. I hit redial with tremendous speed while semi-cursing out my cutesy room mate for her decision to set my pace with said timer. Cleo's train of thought for me was that it would be safer, smarter if I looked less needy. Make him wait it out. Or me. Which I think that was the real lesson. Which she was probably right, or mostly right, but whatever.

"Hey you, you remembered."

That Baz picks up his phone and answers before the ringtones were even a thought courses a silly grin over my face. Not to mention, I like the tease in his voice. It does things to me. Crazy things. Heady, anxious sensations that electrify from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. Fluttering up a storm of blustering excitement in all the spaces between.

I flip over onto my back in the center of my bed and sigh like a fourteen year old. "Well duh, I told you I'd call. And I've been waiting all day to."

"Oh, really?"

The rasp in his chuckle warms into my ear calling all my inner girlie-ness alive with want for more. My thighs tingle. "Yes, really. And being patient is the worst when you have one thing on your mind."

"Wow. One thing, huh? I'm kinda flattered to have wrecked your day in a good way. But I have to admit, my day was kinda ruined thinking you wouldn't call. Especially since I bought this blue scarf you were looking at and I've been pathetically staring at it."

My heart stills. My lady parts ignite. "Oh, really? That's funny, I bought one too."

"Hmmm. Interesting. Wonder what we can do with two scarves?"

Loving the deliciously wicked direction of the phone call, I giggle. "I'm sure we can think of a few things. I know I have several in mind."

There's a low growl thru the phone that shoots a scurry of hot goose bumps over my skin. "How long does a Uber take to get you over here?"

"Gimme 20 minutes."

Breathless, I chuck the phone onto the bed and hurl myself at my closet with great urgency to find the perfect dress that will blow Baz's socks off or his pants...preferably his pants first. My lips twitch with pleasure at the image of his pants around his ankles and his really big cock waving at full attention at me. Beckoning for naughty fun. It sails a new flurry of tingles down my spine as I hurriedly run my hands thru my clothes. But the more I look, the more impatient I get coming up short on outfits that appeal to my fussy search. It's a minute eating drag on my mojo, and I curse for not buying that slinky gold dress that Cleo and I saw just yesterday.

Shit. I should have bought the damn thing. It would look amaze with that blue scarf. Or without. Or just the scarf.

Gah! Just pick something already!

Frenzied, I yank an oldie but a goodie from the back of my closet. It was the one that Tanner had picked months ago for the wedding we went to. And at the time, I didn't like it. Didn't believe him that it was the right fit for me. But as I hold it up to my body and gaze into my full length mirror, I lick my bottom lip at it's shimmery sheer fabric, the curve clinging cut. It was indeed perfect. Giving the exact attention in detail to my shape and hopefully triggering a 'choke on his tongue' reaction from Baz.