I didn't weigh myself. I can just tell by looking.
Coach: Please go weigh yourself for me or I will weigh you tomorrow when you come in.
I stepped onto the scale and sent him a photo, making sure my lean legs were in it.
I lost twelve pounds.
Coach: This does not please me. It leaves me very concerned. You should not be dropping weight this fast, Ria. I want you to see a physician.
I pursed my lips together. I could hear the devil whispering in my ear as I typed out my reply.
Nothing pleases you.
Coach: You know very well that is not true.
My brows shot up in part disbelief, part glee. I was a little more surprised he took the bait, though I wasn't sure why since I knowingly triggered him.
It is.
I waited a heartbeat.
You're never happy or satisfied.
Anticipation flowed through me, butterflies swirled in my stomach as I stood in front of the mirror clutching my cell phone eagerly to see where this conversation would lead. Turning around, I took a photo of the stance I was in earlier, and my phone chimed with his reply.
Coach: You know I have been satisfied plenty before…
I blinked, then blinked again.
My heart was fucking racing a mile a minute. He was going there. Kova was totally going there, and I didn't know what to say or how to act because I didn't actually think it would happen.
Taking a gamble, I sent him the photo I just took.
Then he shocked me even more. He replied with a picture of me…sleeping.
Coach: Ria, your weight does not displease me when you look like this.
My breath hitched in my throat. I stared in awe before tapping on the image to zoom in. I lay curled on my side with my loose shirt hanging low to reveal a sinuous curve of my breasts, just enough to hide my nipples. Crescent moon eyelashes lay thick against my makeup-free cheeks, my supple lips slightly parted. I looked flawless, and dare I say, sensual, rousing, even…erotic.
My fingers twitched to send a reply, but I was rendered speechless. I didn't know how to respond. So many thoughts crossed my mind. I wasn’t bothered Kova had taken photos of me, I had photos of him, but I worried what kind of complications it could create if his phone ended up in the wrong hands with these kinds of images. They weren't pictures of two friends smiling from ear to ear. It was bad enough we’ve had sex, but this crossed another line completely. One neither of us could dodge.
Before I could respond, another photo came in. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. This time I was on my back, arms relaxed above my head, crossing over each other. My nipples prodded the thin layer of my shirt that rested extremely low on my chest. Low enough that when I zoomed in, I could see the raspberry outline of my areola. My heart pounded against my ribs so hard I could feel the pulse in my neck.
Kova…
Coach: You say I have never been satisfied. This is proof that I have.
Of me sleeping?
Coach: Yes.
This was insane! I prayed to God he didn't have them in plain sight.
Where do you keep them? Please tell me not in your photo stream.
Coach: No, of course not. I have secret apps hidden inside other apps. They require passwords. No one will find them.
Okay, that's not creepy at all. I had no idea that was even possible.
Coach: Anything is possible if you want it bad enough.
How many do you have of me?
Coach: Plenty more. Does it bother you?
I paused and weighed his question before answering honestly.
It should bother me, but no, not really. I like them. They remind me of Katja's boudoir ones.
Coach: Trust me, these are far better than a boudoir picture. It is you in your natural environment. Beautiful.
Beautiful. A word suddenly laced with want and desire. I'd never forget it.
Kova sent another photo. The room was draped in darkness, save a shadow of light coming from the hallway. My knees were pulled up and bent, one ankle draped over the other. The hem of my shirt rested on my flat belly and my pale pink bikini panties showed. I looked alluring. I had no idea I could incite such a response while I slept. Another came in, the same position, only my leg had fallen onto the bed, exposing the center of my