Fuck it.
I hit send and wait. She doesn’t disappoint.
My phone rings within seconds.
“Perry,” is all she says when I answer the phone and the scandalous tone of her voice is enough to make me burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you sent that!”
“Did Jasper see?”
“No!” she shrieks. “But he was in the room with me.”
I chuckle. “Then you’re safe.”
“Doja saw.”
“Was she impressed?”
“She’s a cat. Nothing impresses her.” Charlotte lowers her voice. “What are you doing in your office with a hard-on?”
“Thinking about my wife.” My voice is low too, my heart thudding hard against my chest. It’s true. That’s all it takes.
I think of her and I’m instantly aroused.
She’s quiet for a moment. “You’re naughty.”
“Tell me you’re not turned on.”
“I can’t tell you that because it would be a lie.”
I am smug as fuck. “That’s what I thought.”
“You should come home early tonight.”
“Why? You got something special planned for dinner?”
Ah the little woman, fixing me a home-cooked meal. That’s a total fantasy I don’t think is ever going to actually happen, but a man can dream.
“Yeah, I do.” Her voice drops to the softest whisper. “Me.”
I sit up straight, tucking my dick back into my underwear, which is awkward as fuck considering I still have a boner. “I’ll leave now.”
She laughs. “Give me some time first! Leave in an hour and we have a deal.”
“Will do.”
I end the call and lean back in my chair, not caring if my zipper is still undone and I’ve got a delirious grin plastered on my face. Anyone could walk in, even my mother, and I wouldn’t give a single fuck. I am feeling too good.
For once, everything seems to be going right. Smoothly.
Almost feels too good to be true.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Charlotte
“Miss.” I glanceup from the book I’m reading on my phone to find Jasper standing in front of me, a concerned expression on his face. “Someone, er, wants to speak with you.”
I frown, glancing at the time on my phone. It’s almost three. No one asks to speak to me here ever. “Who is it?”