Yeah, there was something else but how do you say that over the phone with all kinds of people around who may not be listening in but I feel like they would be and then they would be judging me and silently be calling me names in their heads.
God, sometimes it sucks to be a woman and having the assumption thrust upon you that you must be a slut. Even without mentioning a single word of sex, people jump to a conclusion based on appearances, personality, who you talk to, if you go out drinking and of course (the real kicker) just because you’re female.
“Cecelia?” Jai asked nervously. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah, sorry, just went off into my own little world there.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”
I’d just missed the opportunity to tell him that I wanted him, preferably naked, feeding me cake. Cheesecake would have been a top choice but followed quickly by cinnamon tea cake, chocolate cake with genash icing dripping down the sides, and then vanilla cake with a classic butter cream icing. If only I had said “Put pants on and bring cake”... or no cake.
For me to say no cake, just him, is almost heresy.
Twenty minutes later I was still obsessing over the words I hadn’t said to Jai when he appeared in the doorway.
Yep, him naked, cake or no cake, would be amazing. He hadn’t spotted me yet and I took the chance of watching him, not in a creepy way of stalking, just seeing who he was when not flirting or sure footed.
He was swivelling his head left and right, looking over the heads of most of the people out back. He didn’t look sure of himself. Actually he looked awkward and a little afraid. Of what? Being stood up and having people around him think he was an idiot? Possible.
Frowning he pulled out his phone.
Mine began to vibrate and ring. Quickly I held it up to my ear. “Hey Jai.”
“Hey, I’m here, where are you?”
Was it just my imagination or did that sound a little too forced to be relaxed? As if he was putting on a mask to hide the fact he was uncomfortable?
I smiled and stepped out from the wall where I had been insulated by the bodies of smokers and waved my arm in the air, not caring anymore if people thought I was acting like an idiot. “Right in front of you.”
His eyes latched onto me and the frown disappeared. “What are you doing?”
“Getting your attention. Is it working?”
“Hmm, there are other ways you could get my attention.” He whispered into my ear.
I raised an eye brow. “Do you mean like this?” I dropped my hand down to sit on my hip which bounced up. With my mobile still in hand I thrust it into the mass of my hair, making it even more messy, and pouted my lips and batted my eye lashes.
Jai dropped open his jaw and stumbled forward.
He snapped shut his mouth and grinned as he walked over. “Very nice.”
I slipped my phone back into my bag and shook my hair out. “Thank you. Glad you appreciated it.”
Hesitantly he reached out his hand and touched my hair, picking up a chunk and slipping it back behind my ear. “You have made one big mess of this.”
“You should see it in the morning when I roll out of bed.” I could feel the tip of my ear burning hot.
“Hmm, should I?”
“It is out to here,” using my hands I measured out past my shoulders.
“Do you really toss and turn that much in bed?”
I would be an idiot if I wasn’t picking up on where this conversation was leading or what was the real meaning behind our words. But that didn’t mean I was going to just come out and say, hey you can find out tomorrow morning. No, instead I went with, “Not really, my hair just frizzes a lot.”
He looked confused. “Right.”
Tehehe, this was fun. “So what were you doing before I rudely interrupted you and dragged you out.”
Jai ducked his head. “I was in bed and I’ll let your imagination fill in the blanks.”
“Don’t trust my imagination.”
“Why not? It’s probably spot on.”
Most likely, especially going off the red flush covering his cheeks. Had he really been masturbating? “I’m going to assume you were contemplating the big questions in life.”
He chuckled. “Nope.”
“Nah.” He frowned, as if he wasn’t sure where I was leading him. “Not even close.”
“Well, were you dressed?”
Oh my, that was an image I really didn’t want to lose from my mind. “So what is it that you can do naked while lying down? And in bed no less.”
“I’m not sure I want to tell you anymore.”
“Well, I probably wouldn’t believe you. Not without some sort of proof.”
“And just how do go about proving that I was...”
“Yes?” I encouraged. “Playing with your joy stick?”
“What?” he laughed and looked at me like I was crazy. “Is that what you call it?”
I shrugged. “What else do you call a controller for a video game?”
“Huh? I wasn’t playing... we’re not talking about the same thing are we?”
“I’m missing something.”
I couldn’t stop giggling. He had been playing with himself when I called. Does that mean he was still touching while talking to me or had he pulled the sheet over and focussed on our conversation? “Nah, I think I know what you were doing.”
“And what was that?”