Servant Girl
Tell you what?
Bossman
The color of your panties.
This time the phone drops on my belly on its own. As my hands shake and a big gasp escapes. I even sit up on the bed. The phone then slides down to my lap where I stare at it like it’s a snake or something.
A dangerous thing.
Swallowing, I pick it up. And type,
Servant Girl
What???
Bossman
You wearing any?
Servant Girl
WHAT?????
Bossman
I hope not.
What about a bra? You got a bra on?
Servant Girl
Stop. ????
I swear to God, I hear him chuckle now.
Dirty and filthy.
Making me all heated and restless.
Bossman
Yeah?
Servant Girl
Yes.
Bossman
You’re the one who texted me.
Servant Girl
To talk. Not get asked about my… underwear.
I imagine another chuckle.