“Hey.” She sounded breathy and sexy. “I hope I am not calling too late.”
I glanced at the digital clock next to my bed. It read eleven twenty-three PM.
“Not at all,” I told Hailey. “You can call me any time. What’s up?”
A pause, then…
“There’s something I need to tell you but I think I should wait until we’re face to face.”
That made me pause before I answered.
“That doesn’t sound good. Are you going to give me the boot again?”
I made it sound teasing but my heart leapt into my throat at the thought.
She hesitated and the choked feeling only intensified. Shit.
“Hailey?” I asked, so many questions in that one word.
“I’m not giving you the boot. In fact, I think it is something you might like to hear. I’m hoping so anyway. Can we talk after lab?”
Her voice was soft and uncertain and every instinct I possessed wanted to reassure her.
So I said, “Of course we can. I’m sure we can work whatever it is out.”
My mind was turning over the possible scenarios of what she wanted to tell me but there was no use speculating. I would find ou
t soon enough.
Again, she said, “I hope so.”
We just listened to each other breathe for a little while before she asked, “So, Mr. Murphy, what are you wearing?”
I let out a relived breath that things didn’t stay tense between us and let myself fall back in the bed.
“Why Ms. Clarke are you trying to lure me into having phone sex with you because I have to tell you, I really be into that.”
She laughed a low sexy sound. “Of course you would be. Is there anything you’re not into?”
“With you, nothing is off the table,” I told her and meant it.
“Ohhh, I like the sound of that. Now about that phone sex, how long do you think it will take you to make me come with your dirty talk?”
“Is that a challenge?” I had asked, my cock hardening in anticipation. “Because I am more than up for it.”
It had taken ten minutes before she moaned long and low from across the line.
My hand had been beating at my meat and the sound of her gratification sent me over the cliff.
I felt the feeling engulf me and knew I was about to blow when…
“Mr. Murphy?”
I was suddenly thrust out of the memory when I realized that my name was being called.
The professor along with the rest of the class was watching me. Some of the other students were even snickering and I wondered how long I had been out of it.
“Are you with us?” the professor said.