Go with the plan, but lay it on thick [Cypher's Tales]

I turn and Owen’s face completely transforms as he notices it’s me.

“Melissa…” he says like it's a question.

I love the effect my efforts have on him.

“Owen, oh my god!” I say as I hug him close which he seemed to not expect.

The large warm hand that gently presses into my back with his hug sends a shockwave through me. He seems a little stunned, still looking me up and down when we separate. I know that I look like I’ve been out partying—more like I am about to go out because my hair and makeup are still perfect.

“Weird to see you, I was just talking about you with a friend of mine,” I say with a large red lipstick smile.

He looks puzzled but there isn't an inch of anger left on his face or in his posture.

“You were talking about me?” he asks, seeming very curious.

“Yeah, I was telling my friend that you were going to the concert, she’s just as jealous as I am,” I pout as cutely as I know how. I feel like a massive slut but the smile that creases his lips is encouraging. But then the smile goes away.

“Well actually, I am not going anymore.”

“What why!” I feign concerned shock.

“Uhh… I don’t know, Izzy’s just… you know, it doesn't matter,” he says and smiles seemingly wanting to avoid talking about their fight to me.

“Is it because she’s not really interested… or…” I ask, trying to coax out the conversation.

“No… well yeah, there’s that, but that's not the problem. I want to go but… I don’t know… I probably shouldn’t talk about this with you,” he chuckles awkwardly with a friendly smile.

“What… Why? You and I are friends too, right?” I say as I touch his arm.

He looks down at my hand curiously and I wonder if I am being too obvious.

“We are,” he smiles. “Uhh… Izzy and I are kind of just having a fight… it’s not a big deal,” he says.

Damn he is such a perfect guy. Even with all the shit she’s doing to him he still doesn't want to bitch about her. I almost wish he would—I know she deserves it.

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that,” I say comfortingly and hug him again. Damn he smells good.

“It’s fine, I didn’t actually think she wanted to go anyway but, you know… they're like never on tour.”

“I know right, I am so upset that I didn’t get tickets. I want to go so bad. At least you can still go right? Just let Izzy have a night to herself. Pity I’ll be visiting a friend that night, otherwise I’d keep her company,” I say panicking and having no idea whether this is going to work. I feel so fucking nervous “Actually, I’ll just stow away in your trunk and steal her ticket, haha,” I joke suggesting the exact thing I want.

Owen stares for a few seconds. “Do you want to come?” he asks, slightly unsure of himself.

I gasp and smack Owen’s chest playfully. “Oh my god, Owen don’t tease me like that,” I whine.

I’m usually pretty girly and playful with him but this is taking it to a new level. Although thinking about it… I never see Owen away from Izzy. She never asked me to act like this, it’s just what seems natural at the moment when I want something from him.

“I mean, I don’t know whether she will change her mind in the next day but…” he says, still sounding slightly unsure.

“I’ll just have to hang out with her and blast their albums nonstop, so she begs me to take her place,” I laugh, smiling cutely into his eyes.

He laughs. “I mean… if she doesn't want to come… I’ve paid for everything already; it would be a pain anyway to cancel everything.”

“Don’t play with me Owen,” I say, playfully stern with a furrowed brow.

Such a fucking lie… all I want is for this man to play with me.

He laughs again. “I mean, I doubt Izzy is in the mood to hear that I’ve just replaced her-”

“Don’t tell her then…” I feel so bad for saying it, but this is going too smoothly to not jump on it. “I’m busy that night anyway, I'll tell her that I wish I could have a girl's night but… you know.”

Owen chuckles and looks at me strangely, “You would do that... to Izzy?” he asks.

“To go to this concert… your damn right, Izzy loves me remember. She’d forgive me if she ever found out. I’ll be honest, she really doesn't like them anyway, she was just doing it for you. She will probably be relieved she doesn't have to go,” I say sweetly.

“Ouch… relieved she doesn’t have to spend quality time with her husband.” he says with a chuckle.

“Too bad, she can share, we’re friends after all, and when do I ever get to spend quality time with you. Plus, you know Izzy would complain the whole night. I won’t complain at all, I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” I can’t believe what I just said to him. I said it all with fuck me eyes and intense eye contact too. What is more unbelievable is his reaction.

“Ha, well how can I argue with that, as long as you're going to be a ‘good girl’ then I’ve got to take you, right?” Owen jokes with a playful smile.

Oh, fuck Owen, you can ‘take me’ right here in the baking isle if you want. The way he jokingly said good girl sends a shiver over my skin. I think I'm developing a kink.

“Oh my god, Owen. You won't regret this. I’ll find some way to make it up to you,” I say, almost tackling him with a tight and very close hug. A lot more than the kind of hug that Izzy would be happy to see me giving him. Although, that ‘making it up to him’ part… well, I already have ideas for that, plus I’ve been given permission by Izzy… permission to fuck her husband and… I intend to.