Chapter 2

• Being the curious journalist that Olivia was, she clicked it open, and her breath caught, choking a little at what she saw because holy hell, what a side it was! She felt herself drooling as her eyes traced the lines of the chest on her screen, long and defined and adorned with a scrolling black ink. The man had a fine body, and his sweats sat so low on his hips that it would take only a little slip and she’d be able to see the impressive package he seemed to be handling. The thought of making Olivia hot all over and her pulse pound, reminding her it had definitely been too long since her last tumble in the sack.
• “Jesus,” Olivia muttered, gaping at the photo. She was disappointed that she couldn’t see his face because it had to be handsome...right? With a body like that?
• “Seriously, Olivia?” she chastised, with a roll of her eyes. Who thinks like that?
• She stared at the image for a few more seconds, his v-lines alone holding her attention longer than what was probably normal. Olivia had her fantasy for “self-love,” she mused with a grin.
• Olivia bit her lip as she struggled internally before throwing caution to the wind and started typing.
• I think you have the wrong number.
• She watched the screen, grabbing a wine bottle and taking another drink, waiting to see if he’d reply. It took a couple of minutes, but soon the chat bubbles appeared. Olivia smiled, nervous anticipation fluttering in her gut.
• Shit, sorry…
• Olivia took another sip and let her eyes roam over the photo again. She set her bottle down and smirked. It was Friday night, and she had no other plans, so why not have a little fun? She told herself as she typed out another reply.
• No need to apologize. In fact, you just made this woman’s Friday night a little more exciting.
• Again, it took a few minutes for a response. Whoever it was, they clearly weren’t paying that much attention to their phone, which only made Olivia want to see if she could change that.
• “Oh yeah? LOL…” came back his reply.
• Definitely. Your tattoo looks great, by the way, and so does all the rest.
• Olivia pressed send and held her breath. The chat bubble appeared almost instantly this time, and she smirked. She had his attention.
• You think so?
• Oh yes….there isn’t a woman in the world that wouldn’t find that attractive.
• Well, I wouldn’t know about that…
• Olivia bit her lip.
• Trust me.
• I can’t trust you. I don’t know who you are.
• Well, the man had Olivia there.
• Maybe if you showed me yours….
• Olivia giggled.
• Sorry Casanova, it won’t be that easy. LOL.
• Ahh…that’s not fair. You saw mine.
• Olivia laughed, the fact that he sent a tear emoji cracking her up. She had no doubt that he never had to work hard to get anything from a woman, and she wanted to make him writhe a bit, but before she could reply, he sent another text.
• Maybe some other time.
• Gotta run ‘wrong number’, sorry again for the mix up.
• “Well, damn,” Olivia sighed, staring at the screen. She didn’t bother replying and scrolled back up to once again stare at his image. Well, she had no idea what he looked like, but with a body like that, she didn’t need a face. Although...maybe he could lend his face for the night’s self-love activities.
• Olivia laid back and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she let her hand travel down her front. A fine Friday night it would be indeed after seeing Mr. Sexy.