Seconds later my phone vibrates with a text.
Speak of the devil.
Tomás
I hate to bother you on your night out, but did you by chance get my email?
I close out of the text and navigate to my email app to see not one, but multiple cc’d emails.
I’m so sorry, I’ll catch up on them now
Tomás
I may have fucked up. I’m going to need you to have the title search to me sooner than I had mentioned
My Uber pulls up and, just my luck —which is nonexistent— I drop my fucking phone as I sit down. Okay, no big deal there. Except, why would it be that simple?Nothing in my life is ever simple. It’s why I’m now hearing my name spoken out loud from a very smooth and very familiar voice.
“Sarina?”
My eyes pinch shut.
Please tell me I didn’t accidentally FaceTime him.
My name sounds again, followed by an “Are you okay?”
I slowly open my eyes to see Tomás’ face on my screen.
“Sorry, I dropped my phone getting into the Uber.”
“It’s all good.”
I notice him grin then try to cover it up with his hand.
“Areyouokay?” I ask him, noticing his gaze lower.
I take momentary relief in the lack of eye contact, using it as an opportunity to look away for a second to possibly get my bearings.
Big mistake.
Somehow in the however many seconds it took me to drop my phone and retrieve it, the buttons to my blazer opened. I didn’t feel like changing after I went to Tomás’ earlier, so to make my outfit look less like work attire and more bachelorette party appropriate, I took off the camisole and bra underneath, only buttoning two of the four buttons.
Frantically, I button my blazer with one hand, still holding my phone in the other, wondering why I haven’t hung up already. Refusing to look at the screen, I try to redirect the conversation, skating over my wardrobe malfunction. “Like I said, I’m sorry I missed your emails, I’ll catch up on them as soon as I get home. I’m going to hang up now.” My thumb ghosts over the red circle on the screen to hang up.
“Wait!” Tomás exclaims, and it’s something in the way his voice sounds, desperate, needy, that allows my gaze to lift tomeet his through the screen. “On second thought, forget the emails.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m positive.” His tongue swipes ever so subtly over his lips. “Do me a favor and take care of yourself tonight for me. I’ll take care of work. Sound good?”
A million inappropriate comebacks float through my head. I say none of them, opting for a subtle head tilt as I hang up the phone, finally able to breathe.
The nuance of what he said isn’t lost on me.
“Sure. I can do that,” I reply. My pussy is throbbing from his innuendo alone.
I will one hundred percent be taking care of myself and attending to this ache he caused between my legs as soon as I get home.
I just hope my vibrator —Pedro— is charged.
