“The studio got such good ratings for my human interest pieces on the active-duty soldiers and the street children of Mumbai that they want me to do one on women rescued from sex trafficking. I’m supposed to start at Interpol headquarters to learn about their combined efforts with local police departments to stop human trafficking.”
I agree, her first two independent stories were brilliant. I also know that if I can stand to have her traipsing around with her cameraman in the back alleys of India, I can support her delving into the abyss of human trafficking.
“That’s fantastic. Great job, sweetheart.”
Apparently, I’m still missing an important part of this when she grins even wider.
“It’s for60 Minutes,” she whispers, starting a little jig of sorts.
“No fucking way!” I say, jumping up from the bed, narrowly missing knocking her over. “As in tick-tick-tick, I’m Bill Whittaker, I’m Leslie Stahl…”
“Yes!,” she screams at me before standing up straight to pose. “I’m Sophia Wright and this is60 Minutes,” she says before squealing in excitement.
Wrapping my arms around her, I spin us around as we laugh before falling on the bed together. I fully expect by the time the segment airs, she’ll be Sophia Bennett, but that’s a discussion for later.
Rolling on top of me, she straddles my thighs, bending over to crash her lips against mine. She shoves her tongue in my mouth as she grinds against me. Once we’re both panting for air, she lifts back up, looking at me.
“60 Fucking Minutes!” she says, letting out another squeal.
Grabbing my wrist from her waist, she pins them above my head, diving back down for another mind-blowing kiss. She has me totally pinned under her. Well, not really, since I have a good eighty pounds or so on her, but this is nice anyway.
“Oh,” she says, popping back up. “We have to get ready for dinner.”
Jumping off the bed, she rushes to the shower. Laying flat on the bed, I stare in disbelief at the ceiling. That’s fine, leave me with a raging chub. Whatever.
“Fuck me, we celebration danced too long,” I say to the ceiling, sitting back up.
“I intend to later, fuck you, that is, like a roller skater with a disco stick,” Sophia says from the doorway of the bathroom around the toothbrush stuck in her mouth.
I don’t even know what that means. What in the hell is a disco stick and what does someone on skates do with one? I’ve found Sophia has a lot of these kinds of sayings, but if they get me laid in the end, I’ll go along. Grayson said he’s afraid I’ve rubbed off a little too much on her.
Hearing the water turn on in the shower, I head toward the bathroom, pulling my shirt off as I walk. There’s something else I’d like to rub off on her. This thing isn’t going to go down by itself after all. Finding a naked Sophia putting her hair up while she waits for the water to heat, I unbuckle my pants.
“Teddy, what are you doing? We don’t have time. Both Lydia and Garrett will be waiting on us.”
Ms. Shieffer had quickly become Lydia somewhere along the road back to Kabul. The two women had become close friends the more they worked together. She had managed to teach Sophia more in the last handful of months than the four years before being assigned to her.
Garrett had been sent to replace that douchebag, Jay. Not only is he a great cameraman, but he’s happily married to his spouse, Marc. Personally, I trust him wholeheartedly to watch out for Sophia when I can’t, and keep his hands off of her.
“Soph, you know I’m only twenty-three. It’ll take me sixty seconds, ninety tops.”
With a laugh, she grabs my wrist, pulling my naked body in with her. I think that is my favorite thing about Sophia. She laughs all the time. Well, next to the tits and pussy. No, if I’m truly honest with myself, it’s her laugh. Although I never get enough of that other stuff either.
Sometimes when she smiles at me with laughter in her eyes, it’s like I’m seventeen again. We’re back cruising in her car that summer with the windows rolled down singing along to whatever is on her playlist. Her hair is swirling around her head in a halo of browns and golds, her skin a deep tan from the sun. She looks at me with a wink, laughing when I blush from the attention and I remember wanting time to freeze in that moment. That nothing could be better than that moment.
Fortunately, time didn’t freeze or I would never have known life could get so much better. Although, it would be nice if time slowed down occasionally. She gave me five minutes in the shower, that’s all. I mean, I can be fast, but damn. Fifteen minutes later, we’re joining the rest of her team in the restaurant next to our hotel.
“I am so sorry we’re late,” Sophia says as we take our seats.
“Nonsense,” Lydia responds. “After the news you got today, I figured a little celebration was expected.”
I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with the knowing wink she gives me.
“I have some more, but I think it can wait until after dinner.”
We place our orders without looking at the menus since none of us read Bosnian. Fortunately, the waiter on our first night spoke English and went over the menu with us.
“You’re killing us, Lydia. What other news have you heard?” Sophia asks when our food arrives.
