"Well, I don't know what the problem is," he says, "but if you need help, let me know. I got your back."
"Thanks Tommy," I say. "I'll figure it out. I just have to process it."
"Process it?" Tommy laughs. "Man, did you read some self-help book on the plane? Man up, go do your job. Stop being a pussy."
I end the call trying to wrap my mind around this situation. If I let down Rogue, the boss who's been like a father to me, I won't have a job. If I just say, "No, I can't do it," it'll change things forever. Am I ready to lose that? I want Rogue to think I'm a hard ass motherfucker and if I tell him I can't do the hit, what will he think of me? It's never come up before, to be honest—I always do my job. My phone rings and I immediately groan, thinking it's Tommy again, wanting to make some asinine comment, but it's not. It's Fiona.
"Hey," she says. "I know I could have texted, but honestly, I wanted to hear your voice."
"I'm glad you did, baby."
"I like it when you say that," she says.
"Yeah, what else do you like?" I ask, my cock already hard at the sound of her voice. Fuck, this girl makes me wild, crazy, in the ways that matter.
"I was just calling to let you know that my dad got us reservations for dinner tonight at the steakhouse on the Strip. Can you be there at eight?"
"Damn, that feels like a hell of a long time from now."
"I know right? But I'm with Lucia. We’re at the spa, about to get our nails done, and I know you said you had work to do, so I thought we could meet up afterwards?"
"That sounds good. But baby, I'll be thinking about you all day."
"I'll be thinking about you too."
"Yeah?" I ask. "What exactly will you be thinking?"
She laughs. "I'm here with Lucia right now."
"Are you? I bet you can get away for a moment so we can talk." I hear her say something to her friend and a moment later she tells me she's alone.
"I'm in the bathroom," she says. "What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to know what you're thinking when you think of me," I say. “Or maybe you should tell me what you’re wearing right now.”
I'm wrapped up in a towel after my shower and I let it fall to the floor. I began stroking my shaft up and down, nice and easy as she begins to tell me what she's doing right this second.
"I'm wearing a little white sundress dress with a pink belt," she tells me, "and I have on a pair of white panties, though they might be a little too innocent considering I'm not a virgin anymore."
"Fuck, that makes me hard."
"Yeah?" she asks. "Well, it makes me wet. I love your hard cock."
"You have a dirty mouth considering you just got laid for the first time."
"I know," she says, "but last night was everything, wasn't it? Except we didn't get to do one thing that I really, really wanted," she says, her voice low and sultry. The perfect hint of spice to her sweet.
My cock is hard, pulsing at the sound of her voice. I know she's touching herself and I can just imagine how it looks. Her back against the bathroom door, her leg propped on the top of the toilet lid, her thighs spread, her fingers running up and down her sweet, creamy slit.
"I want to suck you off," she tells me. "I want to get on my knees and I want to take your cock in my mouth and I want you to come inside me, on my chest, on my tits. I want your come to slide down my face."
"Damn, you're downright filthy," I tell her.
"Yeah, I'm a dirty girl. Your dirty girl."
"Here I thought you were nothing but sunshine and sprinkles."
"Oh, I'm that too," she says, "but I'm more than that."
"I know you are," I tell her, my cock so fucking hard, ready to come. I reach for the towel, my load exploding, my seed dripping. "I just came so fucking hard," I tell her.
"I’m jealous," she says. "I can't make myself come. I need you to do it," she tells me.
"Damn," I say, groaning, my head dropping back as I finish pumping my shaft. "I can't wait to make you come tonight, baby."
"Good," she says. "I'm waiting. Maybe I can suck your cock at the same time you lick my pussy. Could we do that?"
I grin. "Baby, we can do anything. Everything. All of it."
"Good," she says. "God, I'm so horny now. I wish you didn't have to work."
That makes my mood change instantly. Work. My mind was so easily consumed by Fiona I forgot what job I have to do. It was a nice five minutes of bliss, but now, fuck, now I’ve got to focus.