Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“No. I’d like you to get me some lunch. Turkey on lightly toasted whole wheat with one slice of Alpine Lace Swiss. Not two. One. Coffee. black.”
“Okay.”
“The receptionist at the front desk controls petty cash. Talk to her.”
She smiled at me but didn’t budge.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Go.”
“Oh. You wanted me to go now?”
I grumbled and headed back into my office.
It was early afternoon when my phone vibrated and flashed a new picture of Soraya’s legs. She had never initiated our texts before.
Fuck me.
This woman was going to be the death of me. I needed to get her to agree to see me.
Graham: Show me more.
Soraya: That’s all you’re getting.
Graham: You’re such a tease. Open them for me.
Soraya: No way.
Graham: Suddenly you have morals?
Soraya: I have my limits, and showing you between my legs is definitely a hard limit.
Graham: And there is definitely no limit as to how HARD that would make me. In fact, just imagining it is giving me a hard on right now.
Soraya: Perv. Aren’t you at work?
Graham: You know I’m at work. Why did you text me your legs then? You’re trying to rile me up.
Soraya: It doesn’t take much.
Graham: You won’t show me your pussy. At least let me hear your voice.
Soraya: You’ve already heard my voice before.
Graham: Yeah, but you were being belligerent. I want to hear how you sound when you’re wet and horny.
Soraya: And how do you know I’m wet and horny?
Graham: I can just sense it.
Soraya: Really…
Graham: Yeah.
My phone started to vibrate. Soraya.
My voice was intentionally low and seductive. “Hello, baby.”
“Don’t baby me.”
Just the sound of her voice made my body buzz with excitement.
My voice sounded strained. “I want to see you. I need to know what you look like.”
God, I need to touch you.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t think we’re right for each other. I’m not your type.”
Raising my brow, I asked, “And what exactly is my type?”
“I don’t know…a snobby, rich bitch? Someone who compliments a stuck-up suit such as yourself.”
A deep laughter rolled through me. “A stuck-up suit, huh?
“Yes. You’re pompous, and you think you can walk all over people.”
“Well, there’s only one person I want to be all over right now, Soraya. All. Over. You.”
“How did you get to be such a prick anyway?”
“Why is anyone the way they are? We’re not born that way. It’s learned.”
“So, being a jerk is an art you’ve mastered?”
“I’m a jerk because…” I hesitated. “Because I don’t want to deal with the bullshit that inevitably comes when I let my guard down.”
“What happened to make you want to put your guard up?”
“What’s with the deep questions, Soraya? I don’t open up to women I haven’t even fucked.”
“If I let you screw me, you’ll tell me all your secrets?”
My dick twitched just thinking about being with her.
“I’ll tell you whatever the fuck you want to hear if sex with you is on the table right now.”
“Exactly. My point exactly!”
Even though we were arguing slightly, I could sense the humor in her tone. I somehow knew she was smiling along with me and enjoying our little exchange.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Alright…let’s turn the tables on you. How did you become such a snarky little pistol?”
“I’ve always been this way.”
I chuckled to myself. Somehow, I believed that. She seemed to be naturally spunky, not putting on a show. This was who she really was.
“What do you for a living anyway, Soraya?”
“What do you think I do?”
“That’s a loaded question.” I scratched my chin and put my legs up on my desk. “Based on the little I know about you…an amazing set of tits and legs…I’d say maybe you’re a go-go dancer in some dark, smoky club.”
“Well, you got the dark and smoky part right. My office is dreary, and my boss likes to sneak butts.”
“It better not be your butt he’s sneaking.”
Jesus. Pipe down before she thinks you’re a jealous lunatic.
“He is a she…and they’re cigarette butts she sneaks behind closed doors in her office. I work for an advice column. It’s a lame job, just pays the bills.”
“I actually think that sounds very intriguing. What column is it?”
“I’m not sure I should tell you. You might try to stalk me at work.”
“Wouldn’t that be ironic? Are you not remembering how I was first introduced to you?”
“It’s Ask Ida.”
“I feel like I know that name.”
“She’s been around for years.”
That’s right. Mom used to read it.
“My mother used to read that column. What do you do there?”
“I weed through and answer some of the submissions that come in through the website, and I assist Ida.”
I laughed. “So, you give advice to people?”
“What’s so hard to believe about that?”
“I need some advice.”
“Okay…”
“How do I get you to agree to see me?”
“Trust me. Sometimes, it’s better to keep things a mystery. I don’t think anything good can come of us getting together.”