Chapter Six
Iwokeinthemorning refreshed, barely recognizing the face looking back at me in the mirror. Everything around me appeared softer and sexier somehow. I sat down at my computer, checking my social media and finally my email. A new message from my friend greeted me with the subject line “A rose by any other name…”
You've shown me such intimate parts of you and I still don't know your name.
I smiled, noting that he didn’t include his own.
I prefer to maintain what mystery I have left. Isn't it alluring? If you convince me to meet in person, you'll have my name. I'm sure you can think of things to call me in the interim if you're still interested.
I got ready for work, letting the tight braids I put in the night before loose. My hair fell in waves instead of curls and I tied it up and away from my face. I wore something sexier than I normally would. The skirt stopped at the knee but clung tighter than my typical style. My bright red button-down shirt set off my coloring. I ran my hands down my body, appreciating my soft curves. I rushed to the computer when I heard the notification.
I don't have to convince you. That wet pussy last night told me everything I needed to know. I'm fine with giving you time, attention, and some patience, but I won’t beg for it, baby. I think too much of myself for that. If your perfect pussy hovered an inch above my cock, I wouldn't beg. One of these days I’ll show that ass who's boss.
How could he do this to me with plain black and white text? My pussy was wet, needy, ready for him in a way that was nearly pathetic. I feared the day he had me in person and realized what a slave my body was to his. I needed to make him want me even a fraction of how much I wanted him.
Are you sure you wouldn't beg? I think highly of you too, so much so that she is already wet for you. She feels so nice and soft and tempting. No one would think less of you for begging for her. The idea of you showing this ass who’s boss is titillating. I might need a man who can keep me in line, at least while we fuck.
I had never been in the lifestyle or anything, but I always dreamed of having an incredibly sexy guy take control and manhandle me while we did the deed. Rough sex with a hot, smart, funny, and willing man, one who would fuck me how I liked. It sounded too good to be true. The damp heat between my thighs wouldn’t leave.
I might make a begging exception for you, but don’t count on it. I always want you as wet as possible, and I have plenty of ways to make that happen. That picture has kept me hard for you longer than I care to admit. I only want to return the favor. I would be more than happy to keep you in line. Tell me everything you like, baby. I need to know exactly what I can do to you.
I ground my thighs together, trying to temper the riotous effect his words had on my body. My mind spun with images of the many things I’d allow.
I would let you do almost anything to me.
I’d let him devour me whole if it pleased him. I left my email alone on that note, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door to catch the bus. Thoughts of him floated through my mind the entire ride. I fell so deeply into my fantasies that I almost missed my stop.
Warm fresh air cleared my mind as I stepped out into the beautiful sunshine. Blue skies, singing birds, and a gorgeous man, everything in the world was in the right place for once.
I walked into the office with a big smile plastered on my face. Tyler stood near the door. “Good morning, beautiful.” His tone didn’t match his words, and it was clear he was still put out from the day before. I wanted to call in sick again today but decided I needed the money. The look on his face told me I should have stayed home.
“Oh, hey, Tyler, how are you doing today?” I tried to ignore his expression as I made my way back to my desk. I pulled out my chair and adjusted my tight skirt as I sat down.
He followed me, and I caught his eyes tracing my thighs and my hands on them. There was heat in his gaze, along with something else that made my skin prick. He sat against the edge of my desk, tilting his pelvis toward me. “Be straight with me, Claire. This game of cat and mouse has been fun, but when are you going to give in?”
A choked sound escaped me, “I’m sorry, what?”
“Don’t play coy with me, it doesn’t suit you,” he reached out, trailing his fingers along the back of my hand.
I jerked it away in shock. “Look, Tyler, I’m sorry if there’s been some misunderstanding, but I just don’t think we’re a good fit. You’re a really nice person, but I don’t think we have much in common,” the lie burned on the way out; he was a complete asshole. This would have been so much easier if he took the hint that I wasn’t interested. While I desperately wanted to tell him that, my gut screamed that preserving his ego was in my best interest and the last thing he wanted was my opinion of him.
His face twisted into something dark and frightening. “Whatever you say, Claire.” He made it clear he didn’t believe me, and that it wouldn’t be the last I heard from him. He got up and stalked off to his office. The interaction made me nervous, but my thoughts quickly drifted back to my friend and our conversation from the night before.
As the day went on, discontent bubbled up within me. All I wanted was to talk to my new friend and be anywhere Tyler wasn’t.Why didn’t you just play hooky?I chastised myself repeatedly. By the late afternoon, I noticed people treating me oddly. I walked through the office to grab a three pm cup of coffee, and sideways glances and whispers replaced the normal friendly conversation and kid pictures.
I opened my email on my phone as I poured milk into my cup. There was a message fromhim.
Just about anything, huh? I’ll have to think of something extra special then.
I shivered, and a stupid smile spread across my cheeks.
“What are you so happy about?” a woman named Tanya asked with a judgmental look.
“Oh, nothing really,” I smiled at her, disregarding her tone.
“Mm, I’m sure,” she rolled her eyes and walked away.What the hell was that about?
The rest of the week went the same way, emails with my friend exchanged in every free moment I had, and the small standoffish behaviors grew more and more obvious. My coworkers spoke until the moment I came into the room, and then they were deathly quiet. They could have been talking about anything or anyone. Despite the unsettled feeling in my gut, I tried not to make it personal.