Sexting My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Silver Foxes)

14. Stella

14

STELLA

T he metallic jingle of keys in my hand is a sweet melody, marking the end of another long day. I push the door open to my small apartment, the familiar scent of home embracing me. My feet ache with every step, but it’s a satisfying kind of pain, reminding me that today was a good day at work.

Although I’m sure that all the money in my pockets could have told me that.

Anastasia isn’t here, but that’s hardly a surprise. She spends more time away than she does here. I envy how exciting and carefree her life is. Being a trust fund baby will give you certain liberties.

“Finally,” I sigh, tossing my bag onto the couch.

Time for some self-care.

Padding into the bathroom, I turn on the faucet and watch as steaming water pours into the bathtub. A generous splash of bubble bath turns the water frothy and inviting. The soft scent of lavender fills the air, and I can already feel the tension in my shoulders starting to ease. This is exactly what I needed.

“Perfect,” I murmur, stepping out of my clothes and sliding into the warm embrace of the water. The bubbles envelop me, tickling my skin as they pop and fizz around me. I lean back, resting my head on the edge of the tub, and close my eyes. Just for a moment, I allow myself to forget about all the worries and responsibilities that usually fill my thoughts.

“Maybe a glass of wine, too,” I say, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I carefully climb out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my dripping body before making my way to the kitchen. The dark red liquid swirls in the glass as I pour myself a generous serving, the rich aroma tempting me.

Anastasia doesn’t go more than a few days without drinking, and when she drinks at home, she makes sure that she has the best of the best. This wine has to be, at least, a few decades old.

“Cheers to me,” I declare, raising the glass in a quiet toast before taking a slow sip. The wine is velvety smooth on my tongue, a luxurious indulgence that I rarely allow myself. But tonight, after such a successful day at work, I think I’ve earned it.

I slip back into the bathtub, the water welcoming me like an old friend. I take another sip of wine, feeling the warmth spread through my chest as I sink deeper into relaxation. This moment, right here, is just for me – a brief respite from the chaos of life.

But, there’s one thing that would make this moment even more perfect.

I grab my phone from the side of the tub and sink further into the bubbles until only the very top of my breasts are seen before snapping the picture and sending it over to Paul.

A couple weeks ago, and I never would have believed I’d be sending sexy selfies, not just because I was with Owen but because that’s not the kind of girl that I am.

But with Paul, I think I could be. It’s been a little over a week since we started this little sexting thing, and it’s still as exciting as the first night. I find myself anxious with every message I send, biting my nails almost, waiting for a response.

Thankfully, his responses always come quickly.

I want to see what’s hiding beneath those bubbles.

I wish you would. There’s enough water.

Always enticing me, but what do you expect from my favorite distraction? If I wasn’t working, trust me, I’d be there. For now, your fingers will have to be enough.

This man shouldn’t be able to make me so wet over the phone.

How do you know what my fingers are doing?

I would advise that they’re preparing your body for me.

The things that this man does to me with words alone…

I frown as a thought comes to my mind.

I’m the only one that sends pictures.

You have to see me in person.

I’d like to.

I wait for a couple minutes, but there’s no response. Usually, he texts back within thirty seconds…had I scared him off?

This isn’t the first time the two of us have talked about seeing each other in person, but what if that’s not what he really wants?

What if he wants this to stay just an online thing? Will that be enough for me?

No.

But I guess I don’t have to see him immediately either…

I’m just about to send Paul another text message when my phone buzzes with an incoming email notification. The sender’s name makes my heart skip a beat – Teravolt. I can’t help but think of Elio and the way he looked at me the last time we met.

What could he possibly want? For a moment, I debate ignoring the message.

But my curiosity wins out as I tap on the email. The message is brief, requesting a meeting with me at Teravolt Industries. The words are professional, but the underlying meaning isn’t lost on me – Elio wants to see me again.

Why?

My chest constricts with a mixture of anxiety and something else – a forbidden spark that makes me feel alive. Shaking my head, I force myself to focus on the present moment. Paul and I had something going on — and even if just a touch from Elio drove me wild with need, I’m not the cheating kind of girl.

Is it really cheating if I’ve never met the guy in person? Either way… I needed to stay far away from Owen, and that includes his dad. I can’t get tangled up.

Sinking deeper into the tub, I take a deep breath, the fragrant bubbles rising around me like a protective barrier.

When I close my eyes, I hate to admit that it’s Elio’s face that pops up even though I know it shouldn’t.