My heart all but gallops in my chest. I did not expect that answer, and I definitely didn’t realize how hot those words could make me.
Me: Then someday, maybe I’ll let you. ;)
Mark: That’s hot.
Me: LOL well that’s reassuring. Most men run from this conversation.
Mark: I’m not most men.
Me: No, you’re not.
Mark: We’re not talking about like right this second though, right?
I chuckle.
Me: Keyword. Someday.
I reach into my purse to grab my lip balm and frown when I feel a familiar object that soooo doesn’t belong in my purse. I pull out the pink sparkly gemmed toy that makes my man groan when he sees it in me.
Me: Is there a reason my pink gemmed toy is in my purse?
Mark: Don’t tease me. Why do you have that at work? Moreover, why am I suddenly so turned on with the thought of you shutting your door and putting that in while you sit at your desk?
Me: Okay, one: you didn’t put it in my purse? And two: that thought is actually pretty hot…
Mark: No… I did not put it in your purse, but I’m pretty excited thinking you might try that for me.
Me: Focus…how the hell did it get in my purse then? It was in the bedroom. My purse was by the front door.
Mark: Focusing is hard when you’re talking to me about objects that go in your ass, darlin’.
I smile. I get where he’s coming from at least.
Mark: Did you accidentally carry it with you after cleaning it and perhaps went to your purse for your phone or something?
Me: I honestly don’t know.
Mark: So are you going to put it in?
Me: Mark… no. Maybe. No.
Mark: I’m digging the indecision. I say yes.
Me: How bout you put it in later instead?
Mark: Done. Deal.
Me: (laughing emoji)
Mark: You’re the best.
I bury the toy back in the bottom of my purse so there’s no chance of it getting knocked out onto the floor if for some strange reason my purse gets knocked over or dropped. That would be humiliating. Seriously though, how did it get in there? It’s about like finding a pair of my underwear that I haven’t even worn recently in my dishtowel drawer in the kitchen yesterday. Maybe I’m losing my mind? Mark asked if I’d moved his toothbrush the other day, and we still haven’t come across it. He had to grab a new one. He hasn’t moved in with me, but he keeps a few things at my place when he stays sporadically throughout the week. It kind of just happened naturally.
I decide to take off early since I finished all my important paperwork for the day and managed to get in work on each of the other two cases I have. It was a good day, and I want to leave it on a good note.
I stop in to say goodbye to Sami and wish her a happy Fourth of July weekend. She’s going out of town camping with her family at a nearby lake and is hoping to get a little action since she rented her own nearby cabin.
Texting Sydney on the way to my car, my blood curdles when I hear a familiar voice call out to me. I freeze and look up to see Eric parked next to my car, clearly waiting for me.
