A/N

Tonight's drabble, and my, did it turn out nothing like I had expected. Hehe, oh Blake, you keep surprising me. ^^

Alex Blake was normally not a petty or vindictive woman, and she was not an exhibitionist by any means. She wasn't shy, but she was content staying in the background and observe, rather than being the one observed. She also had a very controlled temper and very rarely raised her voice.

So her reaction to James's infidelity had surprised her even more than it surprised him. She had gone stark raving mad, tearing things apart and throwing his entire wardrobe out on the front lawn while yelling profanities that she barely knew that she knew.

They had done most of their talking through lawyers after that night.

And now, almost a year after the divorce papers were signed, the lying good-for-nothing piece of shit thought it was appropriate to text her and ask how she was doing. Like that was any of his business anymore.

Why do you want to know?

I'd like to see you and talk.

We have nothing to talk about.

Hoping he would take the hint and stop, she tossed her cell phone onto her bed and began to undress. She had started working out more after he left (or rather, after she kicked him out), to rid herself of a myriad of different frustrations, and the results were, well…

She glanced at her body in the large bedroom mirror.

Actually, the results were amazing. Hell, she was in a better physical shape now than she had been when she was 25, and yet her body never seemed to lose its feminine curves. It was a shame she had nobody to show it off to, really.

She looked back at the cell phone, considered the idea for a minute or two, and then decided to go right ahead and do it. It took a couple of different poses and some experimenting with the lights in the room, but eventually she had taken a selfie that was tastefully dirty, showing off exactly what he would never see in person again, without crossing the line of becoming vulgar. Content with this revenge, she nodded to herself and sent the picture to her pining ex-husband, then she went to pour a nightcap; an expensive scotch that she had gotten from the team on her last birthday.

When she returned to the bedroom with the glass in her hand, her phone was ringing.

Oh, he thinks I'm going to talk to him, huh?

She glanced at the screen. Then she frowned and picked up the phone.

"Hi Dave? What's up?"

David Rossi's voice sounded amused and a little bit embarrassed when he said;

"I don't think you meant to send that picture to me."

A wave of pure horror washed over her and she closed her eyes as if that could make the world go away.

"Oh God. I am so sorry."

"Trust me Alex, you have absolutely nothing to apologise for."

She opened her eyes again. What was that tone in his voice?

"I take it you've met someone new," he continued.

"Actually…" she took a huge gulp of the scotch to calm her nerves. "I was going to send it to James."

"So you're back together?"

Was that jealousy?

"Absolutely not."

"Then why are you sending nude pictures to your ex-husband?"

"It was a taunt."

"Ah, I see. Well, I'm glad we got that sorted out. Goodnight."

The alcohol made her brave. Possibly stupid as well, but come on, how stupid had this idea been from the beginning anyway? She licked her lips and lowered her voice into a seductive purr.

"So did you like what you saw?"

He chuckled softly.

"I like what I see every time I look at you, Alex. Regardless of what you're wearing. Or not wearing."

"Oh you're smooth," she said and sipped her scotch.

"I'm just being honest."

"If you mean that, then come over."

"I can be there in twenty minutes."

"Make it seventeen. Don't keep a lady waiting."

"I'm heading out the door right now."

As they hung up, a text message came in.

Come on Alex. Can I call?

She grinned and texted James back.

No. I'm expecting company.

And then she turned the phone off.