Free Enough Isn't Everything (Everything Trilogy) by K.L. Shandwick Page A

sex. I really wanted to repeat the experience with him. I just hoped he felt the same way.
    I turned away from the mirror and turned the bath faucet on filling  my bath tub. The sensitive flesh between my legs ached, and I wanted to soothe it. I sat nursing the sore ache, and it worked. After a while I didn’t notice it anymore, until I rose to get out again.
    It was  a pleasant soreness though, that reminded me of the fabulous feelings Alfie had stirred in me. I poured some rose scented bodywash onto a sponge and enjoyed the silky feeling on my skin as I washed myself.
    It was so comforting and pleasant, the smell reminded me of home, and I made a mental note to call my parents this afternoon.
    As I lathered myself, I was thinking back to the things we had done last night. I rinsed out the sponge and filled it with water, squeezing it over my breasts. I watched as the water cascaded over the foam, washing it down and off my body.
    I definitely wanted to see him again. I wasn’t that confident he would want to see me though. I didn’t feel I knew enough to keep his attention. I wasn’t sure if his comment about not being able to love me was meant for my ears or something he had said to himself, and I had no idea what he had meant.
    I stepped out  of the tub and enveloped myself in a huge fluffy white towel as I made my way back to my bedroom. I grabbed my cell from my purse and remembered I needed to charge it for tomorrow. I bent down under my desk to find the charger.
    As I plugged the cell into the charger, I noticed there was a text from Alfie. My mouth was dry , and I was kind of reluctant to open it, afraid of being rejected by him.
     
    SEXPERT: Pink Lady, I am writing to confirm that your recent application for the position of fuck buddy has been successful. Terms and conditions as negotiated prior to start date. I look forward to having you… and your assets on board.
     
    My mouth stretched into a slow smile as I read it and started to text a reply.
     
    Pink Lady: I am writing to confirm my acceptance of said post, to which you refer. I am happy to bring my assets to support your more… hidden talents. Together I am confident that we will utilize these to their full potential. I look forward meeting the challenge of a demanding work schedule and hope to fulfill your requirements leading to many satisfactory outcomes in the future.
     
    I hit the send button and held the phone to my chest, closing my eyes. Within a few seconds I heard another text arrive.
     
    SEXPERT: Are you awake ? 
     
    Pink Lady: No multi-talented, I always text in my sleep! :/
     
    SEXPERT: LMAO, want to play? Can I come over?
     
    Pink Lady: Nope, my roommates are sleeping. *wagging finger and shaking head*
     
    SEXPERT: Sad face. 
     
    Pink Lady: Really?  You were  , when I left.
     
    SEXPERT: but you left ! , I might not have been done.
     
    Pink Lady: Oh, believe me, from what I saw :snoring face, you were most definitely done :smug face
     
    SEXPERT: I’m a quick recoverer! :raised eyebrow face.
     
    Pink Lady : I don’t believe ‘recoverer’ is even a word, besides short of CPR you weren’t recoverable from the angle I was observing you from :angel face.
     
    SEXPERT: Oh, you like to watch? :smug face, :ninja face. *Checks out Alfie junior, looks back up and smiles* but I have now and would like a rematch :flirty face.
     
    Pink Lady: So this is a competition now? :confused face.
     
    SEXPERT: If that’s what it takes to get you back in my bed…hell, yes. 
     
    I was chuckling when I hit the call button. “Ah, I won”, he gloated when he answered. “You called me. You have to come back here now.” I thought he was kidding me.
    “I’m not ringing because I want to come back.” I blushed and was glad he couldn’t see me.
    Alfie screamed, and pretended to cough. “That arrow just went right through my heart! You slay me, girl.” He chuckled. “Would now be the right time to tell you I don’t