Him:So have I passed the beginner exam?
Me:You’re ready to move on to intermediate?
Him:What do you think?
Me:I think the good girl comment was enough to get you to pass on its own.
Him:Oh, you liked that?
Me:Every girl likes that.
Him:Noted.
Me:Like you didn’t already know that. Don’t think I don’t understand who’s the teacher and who’s the student here.
Him:Even experts need to be open to new data.
Me:Trust you to have a computer analogy.
Him:Heh. You still haven’t explained what intermediate includes.
I decide to leave him waiting. Wearing a towel, I go into my bedroom and close the door. Dropping the towel, I look at myself in the full-length mirror on the inside of my wardrobe. I don’t have a bad figure—a little straight, B cup and slim-hipped, and sometimes I’ve wished it were more hourglass. But we get what we’re given, and it could be a lot worse.
I promised him I wouldn’t wear underwear, so it’s time to go commando. Luckily we don’t have much of an underground train system in New Zealand so I don’t have to worry about doing a Marilyn Monroe impression.
I pull the dress on carefully and smooth it down over my hips. Then I slide my feet into the one pair of flesh-colored pretty sandals I own. They have a two-inch heel, but Mack’s tall enough that I can get away with it.
My hair is still damp, and it looks as if I’ve stuck my fingers in the electric socket. But it is striking, I have to admit. And there’s nothing I can do about it now.
I grab the matching purse with a chain strap that Hana has left on the bed, stuff a few things in it, and then sit on the bed. Ten minutes to go.
I look at the phone. He’s still waiting for an answer to the definition of intermediate. Maybe it’s time to ramp things up a little. Luckily, the alcohol is threading through my system, and I’m getting a grip on my nerves.
Me:I don’t think we’re ready for intermediate yet. Maybe Beginner Plus.
Him:Ha, okay. Explain.
Me:It means turning the conversation more intimate. Suggesting what might happen later. Turning up the heat a little.
Him:Something like… where would you like me to touch you first?
Me:Oh yes, that’s great. Should I say good boy?
Him:I’ll warn you now, I wouldn’t make a great sub.
I shiver at the thought of him being dominating in bed. Oh my.
Me:What a shock.
Him:LOL. So, your answer?
Me:Oh, I’m not going to tell you just yet. But I will say that waiting to see you is unbearable.
Him:So anticipation is important?
Me:You like to analyze, don’t you?
Him:It’s my job. But yeah. When something works, I want to know why. I take it apart. Look at the individual pieces and how they interact.