Devilish Affection [18+]

"Betty!" I hissed out her name the moment I stepped into the diner. "You're not going to believe what happened." I shrugged off my coat, walking towards the counter as she held the antibacterial spray and cloth in her hands watching me with wide eyes.

"Did you lose your virginity?" She gaped.

"I talked to him."

"Who's him?" Andy leaned through the window as much as he could, frowning at me.

"Andy!" Betty slapped his arm, pushing him back through the window. "You don't listen to a woman's conversation." She shut the windows before turning around and facing me. Her voice was lower. "Who is he?"

"I don't know."I dragged my hands through my face. "I couldn't even sleep. You need to hear his voice, Betty. It's deep, like a proper man's voice and there's a slight accent to it too. And he kept calling me baby." I couldn't believe that I was blushing and she was jumping up and down, squealing. "And he sent me more money this morning when I woke up and guess what he texted me."

I rummaged through my bag and pulled out my phone, hiding it out to her as I pressed my palms on the counter as my heart beated faster.

"Oh my god."

"Read it out loud." I was ready to shriek with giggles.

"You looked absolutely ravishing in that dress. Give me a chance to rip that dress off your body and worship every part of you."

I let out a groan, as she gaped at me. "Pinch me."

"I want someone to ravish me. That's such a sexy word." She pinched my arm and I winced a little, ready for my mind to snap into reality. "Look at you with a big smile on your face." Betty grinned widely at me. "Did you have phone sex? Oh my god Emily!" She gasped.

"No I didn't!" I smacked her arm before she could grab my hand. "It was an innocent conversation-"

"That message doesn't sound innocent."

"What message?" Andy pushed the window, his eyes narrowed at both of us. "Show me your phone."

"Sod off." Betty rolled her eyes at him, having learnt the British term to fuck off, and she handed me the phone back, which I pushed into my jeans pocket, smiling at Andy who was glaring at the back of Betty's head.

"Language."

"Alright, Steve Rodgers." She winked at him and he muttered a curse, walking back into the kitchen. I leaned on the counter and she moved closer to me, ready for both of us to whisper.

"So when are you willing to give him a chance?" I whispered to her.

Betty blushed a little. "Idiot."

"Come on-" I glanced over her shoulder to see Andy icing a cake. "You're twenty three, he's thirty. He's big, you're small. You're sexy, he's alright." She slapped my forehead gently but I laughed. "You know he's been waiting for you to make the first move."

"I don't make the first move." She stood up, moving her hand over herself. She wore a pair of tight black shorts, with tattoos scattered over her legs, and she wore a black lace bralette, with a massive see through purple top. Betty was always daring with her clothes. "Men and women make the first move on me." She winked at me and I smiled.

"I think you should give him a chance. You know he's like a Teddy bear but you said it yourself, he's good in bed." It was weird to talk about it because he was like an older brother to me, but Betty was my best friend, and the chemistry they had was enough to set the kitchen on flames.

"Shut up you." She rolled her eyes, a smile on her face. "Mr Hot Voice Penthouse gave you a little too much wiggle room, didn't he? Did you fuck your hand to his voice?"