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I waited for the text to finish but it didn't. I glanced at my computer screen and then at the manuscript on my table top, and then finally, back at my cell, but he hadn't finished his thought.
ELLA: ...waiting with bated breath for the body part you were going to name...
Nothing. I waited and waited but that was it. I finished my work and then left for my meeting with Sharon. For the next hour, I sat there trying to pretend I was listening to Sharon talk, all the while imagining meeting Josh for a quickie, but sadly, each chance I had to check, he never wrote back to tell me if and when and what part he was going to lick, although I had a pretty good idea.
Finally, after I finished up for the day and reluctantly left the office, I heard a ding on my cell while I was sitting on the subway back home.
JOSH: So sorry. On your hard little...
I waited but nothing.
ELLA: !!!?
ELLA: Are you doing this purposely to drive me insane?
Then he made me wait again for fifteen minutes.
JOSH: Actually, I was in a meeting and thought I could finish the statement but I was asked a question and had to take over and lead the meeting. Then I was in constant meetings for the rest of the afternoon. But in my mind, I was fucking your brains out in front of my picture window overlooking the city.
I knew he was purposely making me suffer by ending his texts where he did, so I decided to make him wait.
ELLA: That's too bad because I was so frustrated that I had to...
Ha! Let him suffer the way I had. I didn't believe for a moment that he couldn't have finished that text. It made me smile, because I liked the fact he was thinking of ways to make me aroused and needy. I liked the idea of finding a man who wanted to spend his time thinking of ways to drive me wild with desire.
I got off at my subway stop, deliberately not checking my cell to see his response. I stopped at the local sandwich shop close to my apartment and picked up a pastrami on rye with a pickle for my supper and a take-out container of chicken soup. Then I walked up the stairs to my apartment and entered the space, glad that I finally had enough room to at least have a tiny table and chair near an actual window.
I sat at the table and watched the street below, which was busy with pedestrians as the six o'clock crowd walked home from work. I dug into my s
andwich and took a slurp of soup when my cell dinged for a third time.
JOSH: You had to what? Don't leave me hanging...
JOSH: ???
JOSH: I see what you did there. Honestly, Ella, I was not doing that on purpose. I truly was in a meeting, surrounded by my staff and I had to stop in the middle of a text. Besides, I figured it would fill your head full of ideas about where you would like my tongue to go...
I smiled. Yeah, right... Like I believe that the ellipses weren't strategic. Hell, I was more convinced than ever that they were tactical rather than accidental. And now, he'd done it again by mentioning his tongue and where I wanted it to go. Now, I couldn't help but remember our hour in the Ritz-Carlton and where it was so located on my body and what it was so expertly doing.
I texted him back after about ten minutes.
ELLA: Sorry. I was just in the bathtub, having a nice long soak. Now, I'm just sitting here, wrapped in my little towel, wondering what I'll write tonight. Something racy. Maybe about the hot business mogul who enjoys teasing his lover until she can't stand it anymore. He might tie her hands to the bed posts with silk scarves and blindfold her and then drive her crazy with sensation... Something along those lines.
I waited to see what he'd say in response. After a few moments, my cell dinged and I checked what he'd written.
JOSH: Kinky little thing, are you? I like it. If you need help figuring out positions and the steps involved in a scene like that, I'd be willing to come over and assist.
I laughed and replied to him. I was smiling as I wrote my text, my body warming to the thought of that exact scene with Josh in control over me.
ELLA: I'm just thinking of what my audience would like to read. Besides, I have a very good imagination. I have a short timeline for this particular story, so I'm afraid I can't entertain you tonight. As a newspaper man, I'm sure you know all about those pesky deadlines!
I waited to see how he'd respond, wondering if he'd give up or keep trying to get me to invite him over.
JOSH: Well, if you need more inspiration for your stories, there's a nice four poster bed in the room I booked in that all-inclusive resort in Bali that could handle some scarves used as restraints. There's also a private outdoor pool in the yard and the beach is only steps away. Much potential for interesting erotic storylines.
I had already imagined it in my mind's eye after I found the new tickets on my desk earlier. He really wanted me to go to Bali with him and fulfil his fantasy weekend of sun, sex and surf. I wasn't sure if I should encourage him any further than we had already gone.
You'd think that the two of us would know not to get too close to each other. It was a mistake to get involved with a superior, even if he was sex on legs.
