Invisible Ink is known more for its hot and dirty scenes.
But...SURPRISE. There's a little bit of a sweet side in the story, too.
Check out this quick little sweet excerpt just for you guys.
“So you’re in love with him, right?” Sammi asked as soon as I finished telling her the story of my recent activities with Jake. We were at the pool, soaking in the sun and sipping those cocktails that you don’t realize are getting you drunk until it’s too late.
Drunk Sammi was an expert at putting her old reporter skills to good use.
“In love with him?” I avoided eye contact, put my blonde locks up in a bun and played with the straps on my bikini. “No. It’s not like that. He’s not even in L.A. right now.”
“Well, you should see your face when you talk about him these days,” she said, taking a sip from her pink straw. “You’re in so much trouble, Lexi. I hope you don’t get pregnant.”
I laughed. “We always use a condom, Sammi, You know about his manwhore ways.”
“Exactly. My point exactly,” she said.
Since our night together that turned into a morning together, Jake had been traveling non-stop preparing for another new project. Other than his random text messages, which kept me entertained on fall afternoons when stuck at my desk, I tried not to think about him. He wasn’t around. I didn’t want to waste time missing him.
I struggled, however, because as the months passed since our first hookup, he was more and more popular in the press, his face in magazines, in the tabloids and his name on the lips of people that hadn’t even heard of him a year ago.
But we weren’t anything serious. We were just a sex thing.
I stirred my drink with the straw and thought about Sammi’s “love” comment for a long time, staring up at a the palm tree over my head. “When I’m with him,” I said. “It’s like…the real world doesn’t exist. Thoughts don’t exist.”
Sammi sighed and flipped from her back to her stomach.
“Trouble,” she said.
* * *
It was 11 p.m. and my phone buzzed next to me in bed. I was half asleep and rolled over to glance at the screen.
"I must have done something wrong in a past life."
Another weird text from Jake. I could never be never sure he meant them for me.
He was thousands of miles away telling me he had a bad day. Or maybe he had one in a past life?
"I must have been a crooked lawyer or a dentist or something," he said.
I pictured him lying in bed alone with his phone and found myself missing him. I shook the thought away.
"What’s wrong?" I asked back.
"It was a long day."
He didn’t write back for a few minutes.
"I just shouldn’t try to debate things with people when I’m exhausted," he wrote. He wasn’t joking or charming me. Maybe he had actual human emotions?
“What happened?” I wrote back, trying a third time to get him to tell me.
"Send me a pic of u," he said.
Of course. Of course he asked for a fucking picture.
"Only if you tell me you know for sure who this is," I typed back.
"U doubt I know who this is?" he said. "Your name rhymes with S-E-X."
I laughed out loud.
"And you taste great."
"Ok, keep going," I typed. I could be bolder on the phone than I ever could be in person with him. I didn’t have to look into his eyes on the phone. Or risk him touching me and making me forget what air was.
"Don’t get greedy," he wrote back.
Silence for a long time, then the phone buzzed again.
"Where’s my pic?"
I didn’t respond.
"Ok. I’ll play. You’re a good way to calm myself down,” he wrote.
An unlikely compliment from him. I felt uneasy. Before he could type back anything else, I stripped off my shirt and snapped a topless selfie on the bed. After I cropped it and colored it the way I wanted, I pressed send.
"Now I don’t feel so calm," he said back. "Goodnight."
I stared at the phone for a minute and then at the ceiling for another half hour.
Exhausted from tossing and turning, I clicked the screen back to life.
"Now I can’t sleep so you owe me,” I wrote.
* * *
A few days later, a book arrived at my apartment. It was a collection of outdoor photography, no words, only gorgeous pictures. Tucked inside, a typed note.
"Next time you can’t sleep, look at this and remember beauty is everywhere. – J"
I wondered how many other girls his assistant had sent this book to over the years. Still, I smiled to myself there in my kitchen.