Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(73)
Except she didn’t want that, not any of that.
She snatched up her phone, sending a video chat request to Tyson. It wasn’t quite noon. He shouldn’t be working.
Request failed.
The phone automatically connected with a regular phone call. Instead of Tyson’s chipper voice, she got a generic message that the user was not in a coverage area. Weird.#p#分页标题#e#
Syria face-planted into the pillow. Buck up, bimbo. Her life was great, really. She felt so much more alive than before. Sure, she was probably going to run into a hairy situation now and again, like at the exhibition. Her face bloomed hot just thinking about it. Tyson and Mia were used to this sort of public attention. She thought of the gold coins sitting on her dresser. For money!
“Arrrghh!” She shouted into the pillow. She needed to work out or something. Take a walk. Actually, she knew just the thing.
4: Surprise Visit
“Bend your knees, tuck the pelvis in, chest up, arms in second position.”
Syria tried to follow the video, but her body had a mind of its own. The woman snapped her hip in one direction with a sharp pop. The bells around her waist jingled merrily.
Syria tried again. Snap. Pop. Her bells sounded like crushed metal.
“Squeeze right. Squeeze left.” The instructor showed the move from the back. Syria felt sure they’d removed frames or something. A hip just didn’t DO that. Be in one place one second and further to the side in the same second.
She tried a few more pops and burst into giggles. Maybe she should take a live class, let someone diagnose her faulty hips. She spun in circles, trying to make the bells tinkle as fetchingly as the girl on the screen.
“Now that is a tempting beck and call.”
Syria dropped her arms. Was she hallucinating?
Tyson leaned against the doorframe to the living room. Syria wanted to scream, laugh, cry. He was here!
“Don’t you ever knock?” she asked.
“Don’t you ever lock your front door?”
In two steps they were in a tight embrace, no kissing, no sex, just a hard-core hug, like they were the only two people left in the world.
“You said mid-December.”
He pulled back to look at her. “I like surprising you.”
“But how—”
“Mia called me. Said if I could come, I should come.”
Syria stepped away and sat on the sofa. “Did she tell you about the exhibition?”
“Not really. But I got the feeling something happened. I only had to cancel two gigs, and they weren’t good ones. Worth it.”
“But the ticket must have cost you a fortune, last minute, the weekend after Thanksgiving.”
“Nah, mom works for an airline. I can go non rev as long as I’m willing to get bumped. It wasn’t too bad. Most people are home.” He sat next to her and pulled her close. “You want to tell me what happened?”
She leaned into his shoulder. For once he wasn’t wearing workout clothes, but a crisp white shirt and khakis. He smelled heavenly, like detergent and a masculine soap. “I had sex with Mia on a stage while she got gangbanged.”
He sucked in a breath. “Now, that’s something.”
She felt the tension in his arms and chest. Maybe she’d gone too far, beyond even his open mindedness.
“Did any of them hurt you?”
He thought she’d had sex with them too? She pulled away to look up into those gray eyes, noticing for the first time little creases around his eyes. He was tired.
“None of them laid a hand on me, well, one dripped wax on me, but Mia had to be hurting. She was tied up, twice, and then the men came…” She didn’t want to talk about it anymore. The visual was both exciting and upsetting. All those men watching. Mia nodding to one, then another, then the one who came for Syria.
“Shhhhh.” He stroked her hair. “You’re all right. It’s fine. New things are frightening.” The tension moved out of him, and Syria felt certain it was because she hadn’t actually had sex with anyone else, and that he cared. He wanted her for himself.
She reached for his jaw and ran a finger along the stubble. Never clean shaven, this boy. “You’ve done something to me. I just want you. What have you done to me?”
He jingled some of the bells on her wrap. “I don’t know, but you’ve done it to me too. Damn nuisance, only wanting one girl in an occupation like mine.” He slid their bodies sideways so that they were lying on the sofa. “I think about you all the time.”
“I do too.” Her heart was hammering. All these new experiences, so many opportunities, and now she would fall in freaking love, now she would crave monogamy? “Why is that? When we have so many choices?”