Even if it was thanks to a stranger's sexy selfie.
As I think it, the phone buzzes across the table. I pick it up, reading the message displayed there.
“Lost my phone. Reward if you return it. Call me. 555-8675.”Darn it. Looks like sexy selfie wants his phone back after all.
Swiping it open once more, I decide one more look can't hurt.
“How wrong you always are, Ella.” I chastise myself.
At second glance sexy stranger has grown hotter exponentially.
What's this? More selfies? Hundreds more? In flashy cars and on a boat. On a freaking boat? In more hotel rooms, each nicer than the last. All nicer than my apartment. Seems he takes a mirror selfie in nearly every one of them. Either he's a world traveler or a high-priced prostitute.
“I would not judge you for either, handsome.... oh, holy hell!” My smirk becomes a gasp as I thumb to the next photo.
Oh, what have you done to yourself, Ella?
Naked. Adonis.
Naked Adonis in silk sheets. A healthy handful of man steak fills his hand as he smirks at whomever he might take such a photo for.
“Praise Jesus. Someone's a lucky girl. Or guy, I suppose. Whoever is on the receiving end of that business is lucky. Christ.” I giggle at myself before guilt cuts my smile in half. Fucking creeper.
Texting selfie stranger back, I suggest we meet tomorrow so he can get his phone back. Save yourself from creeper Ella, selfie stranger!
