As you can see, quite an eventful day.
My phone was never returned, so thanks for the new one.
You didn’t have to do that.
Fuck’s sake. I went from not knowing what to write to having a monologue.
L:
I was expecting that thank you in person. You can say it tomorrow night then.
A:
The answer is still no. You’re still my boss.
L:
I must say I’ve never seen someone so intent on getting fired.
I laugh out loud, making my way to the bedroom and throwing myself on the bed. I start biting into a fingernail. My laughs come too easy for this man.
A:
You wouldn’t. You need me.
L:
That is exactly my problem. I do need you. And texting is not what I expected to be doing with my hands tonight.
Oh.
L:
And if you insist on knowing, whiskey is a poor substitute for what I intended to feast on.
I’m damned. Of course he can dirty talk and dirty text too.
L:
I appreciate you leaving me a sample behind, though.
I don’t have to wonder what he’s talking about for long. The phone pings with a picture of the panties he ripped from my body and I abandoned at his office during my escape today.
The photo shows my destroyed white lacy lingerie between his teeth. Such a good contrast to his olive skin and beard. He’s shirtless, laying down on a bed covered with white linen and I can see a bit of his naked shoulders.
I make futile attempts to scroll down and curse at the fact that I can’t see the rest of his body. I gulp and squeeze my thighs together. My mind is blank right when I need to think fast, to type back something, anything, to hide how bothered he’s gotten me.
A:
Wow. You should take photography as a hobby.
Fuck, that was lame. I facepalm myself so hard, it’s basically a slap.
L:
Oh. I can do videos too.
That, on the other hand, wasn’t.
