“There you are, babe, I was wondering where you’d gotten to. You need to tell Rita when you’re going anywhere,” Flynn said, with his voice full of concern.
“You knew where I was going. I told you.”
“Yeah, but you waited until Rita was checking the dressing room with Lee before you went. That’s not okay, Valerie. What if something were to happen to you? There are some crazy motherfuckers out there you know, and I’d never forgive myself if you were hurt on account of me.”
I did— I’d just had an altercation with one.
“Stop fretting. I’m here, and I’m fine. Let’s get the party over with so we can go back to the hotel and start packing.”
“You left out the part where we get down and dirty, babe,” he said, winking.
I’d been around Flynn long enough now to know he was trying to embarrass me and glanced at the others. They were all smirking as they waited for my come-back to him.
“As long as you don’t use those nipple clamps tonight, Flynn. The girls need a rest, they’ve been chaffing against the lace of my bra all evening.” I said, deadpan.
Lexi’s eyebrow rose in surprise like she regarded me as the good girl I was and smirked.
“What Lexi? You should see our personal collection of photographs where Flynn is handcuffed to my bed, and I have that certain flogger in my hand he’s so fond of.”
I was referring back to the time when he’d come to set up Daryl for cheating on me and when we’d ended up doing a racy photoshoot together in my study together.
Lexi and Craig started chuckling, and Flynn jumped to my defense, “I can vouch for that, I’m hard just thinking about that day,” he said, adjusting himself in his jeans in front of everyone.
There was still a look of disbelief on her face as she commented, “Flynn, I believe he looks a kinky bastard, but you, Valerie…you aren’t convincing me.”
Flynn glanced at me, his mouth pressed into a line, and I knew immediately he was annoyed she’d forced the issue.
“Sorry, babe, just that one, promise,” he pleaded, and I knew he wanted to shut her up for doubting me.
I shook my head, but smirked because I saw him pull out his cell and tapped furiously to find the picture I knew was the only one he still had on there.
“I need your permission to share, babe,” he smiled knowingly.
Pretending to think about it, I eventually let out a long sigh, shrugged my shoulders and nodded hesitantly, “Go ahead Flynn, but I have no idea why you need to prove anything. We know what goes on in our bed, isn’t that all that matters?”
Flynn turned the phone, and Jonah jumped down from the table he’d been sitting on suddenly interested as they grouped around the photograph. Craig and Jonah’s mouths slightly parted and their eyes flashed up to mine, and damn if I didn’t blush.
“Fucking hot,” Jonah said staring at me.
“Damn straight, my fucking hot, got it, Jonah?”
“Oh, absolutely. Window shopping only, Flynn,” he said, clearing the frog from his throat afterward because it came out in a gruff tone.
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