It could be the end of this…
Maybe that’s a good thing.
I accept the request and hold my breath, and a little ping comes from my personal comm.
The Phantom app gave him a tentacle icon, instead of a picture, and beside it…Sirin.
I don’t know whyseeinghis name makes me anxious.
The message is simple enough.
Sirin
Thank you for saying yes.
I stare at the words, not sure what to say back… You’re welcome?
That sounds too presumptuous.
“No problem” feels too casual…
Hi
It feels silly and far too simple, but I don’t know what else I could say to start this.
What are you up to?
I am at a boring work function, so your message came at the perfect time. I feel like a captive.
Yikes. I wouldn’t know what that’s like. My job is never boring.
No. I can’t imagine it ever is.
I don’t love the fact that I can’t tell his tone. After Agan’s derision, I’m a little too quick to lean toward it. But Sirin comes to see me so often. He asked for this connection… I don’tthinkhe means it like that.
Why are you talking to me instead of work friends? Surely there’s someone there you can bitch about the boss with.
Unfortunately, I am the boss about whom they bitch.
Oh. Oops. Cringing, I tap out my next message.
Sorry.
Don’t be. It’s better, honestly. I don’t really have time for friends or relationships. Work keeps me unavailable. If no one expects me to have time for them, no one’s disappointed.
Which is why he comes to see me. No expectations, just orgasms.
But he’s talking to me now.
That sounds lonely. I’m glad you asked to chat.
Me too.
Sitting on the lounge chair that I usually don’t touch until after I’m done in the booth, I curl up on myself and tell the bot to cancel my spot for the day. I’d rather stay here and talk for a while.
He’s at work, so I won’t steer toward the salacious.
I think I’d go crazy if I didn’t have my best friend around and not just because she’s kept me from getting into so much trouble since I wound up here.
