He had what I calledbig shelter dog energy. This was a man who needed a little coaxing. He was going to hide under the table until you got on your knees and soft-talked him. I’d decided that I was going to break this one out of his shell…even if I had to take a hammer to do so.
My phone buzzed. I glanced at the ID and grinned.
He texted first. Romance wasn’t dead.
Even better: he texted me at 9 am.On the dot.
How much do you wanna bet he was holding onto that drafted text, making a promise with himself not to text me before 9?
It was, honestly, kind of cute, watching this forty-something-year-old man dance around his feelings for me.
[Text: Phantom]
How are you feeling?
[Text: Ophelia]
Sore. and wonderful.
[Text: Phantom]
Are you taking Advil?
[Text: Ophelia]
I’m about to
[Text: Phantom]
Start with one. Take two if you need it.
I had a long, full-body mirror that I’d propped up against the wall so I could check myself out in the morning. My curls were wild this morning, my naked body all tangled up in the blankets (I didn’t have the energy for pajamas last night), and I got an idea.
[Text: Ophelia]
Hey you’re a doctor, right? I have a medical question
[Text: Phantom]
Go ahead.
[Text: Ophelia]
are the bruises supposed to look like this?
I pulled down my panties, posed for the mirror, and snapped a picture of the impressive bruises he’d left on my ass last night. I made sure to tilt myself to the mirror so he could get just the slightest glimpse of pussy between my thighs.
Yes, I knew I was being a tease. But was it such a crime to want a little attention from the aloof older man?
I sent the picture. There was a long silence from him, and then his resolve snapped like a twig. He sent over my favorite words in the English language:
[Text: Phantom]
Come over.
[Text: Phantom]
Immediately.
