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10
James
I “finger fuck” the screen of my smart phone, sliding the bar back and forth slowly as if that will magically influence her to respond to my morning text. I’ve been sitting in my office for over an hour, flipping through reports, Casey occupying my thoughts heavily.
My stubborn girl.
Thinking about how she came in my arms repeatedly makes me want to jump up from my desk and drag her back to my house. I tried that once and she kicked me out of her apartment without even a thank you or a kiss to sweeten the blow of rejection. This secret keeping shit is better suited to superheroes; I much prefer to be the villain and plunder.
A slight knock on my office door distracts me for a moment. “Come in,” I say, hoping whoever it is will go away so I can continue to dwell in my Casey-laden fantasy.
“Sir, you have a call on line one.” Michelle, the executive office administrator and something of my PA, pokes her head inside, nodding to the phone on my desk. I must not have heard the damn thing buzzing me. A dial tone permeates my office.
“Thank you, Michelle.” Dismissing her, I answer the phone, annoyed and expecting another rabid advertiser to deal with. Don’t I have a marketing department to take these calls? “Hello, James Austin.” I rest the phone in the crook of my neck, waiting, paging through another set of papers, glancing and organizing numbers in my head.
“Good morning, James.” Soft. Sultry. Instantly, I perk up at hearing her sweet voice.
“Casey…?” I’m confused why she didn’t call my personal cellphone. She has my number and I have been pestering her since that night to use it anytime.
“So… I found myself in the neighborhood this morning.” It sounds like she’s outside. A car horn blares in the background, muffling her voice, and I smile when I hear the annoying yapping of her companion.
“Really? Any reason you didn’t just call my cell?” I lean over my desk. Her voice has such a profound effect on me, I have to adjust myself. I’d give anything for a pair of loose lounge pants right now instead of my confining suit pants. Fuck, maybe I’ll just change the company dress code policy. As the owner, I’m sure I can do whatever the fuck I please.
Hashtag… lounge pants.
“Because you can’t be inappropriate on a company line.” Casey is sassing me and I cluck with disapproval. Little does she know I’m pretty sure my dick is inappropriate right now fully attentive to her voice. Since tasting that sweet pussy of hers, I think I’ll be doing a whole lot more of whatever the fuck I want from now on. I’m completely addicted to this girl.
“Where are you?” I want to see her. Honestly, I wanted to see her this morning, hair tangled between my fingers, legs parted for my lips to kiss her into submission. However, Casey had other ideas and kicked me out after one night, torturing me with refusing to answer my calls or texts the past week. I don’t think this is a case of regrets, but I’m determined to figure out what the heck is going on in her head.
“Behave, James.” A pant comes through the phone and I hear her breathy shushing of the dog.
“Come to the office.” I’m determined to have my way.
“No.”
“Are you afraid to see me?” I listen to her hesitation. Bingo.
“Of course not.”
“Liar.”
“Hmmmph. James, I–”
“Okay, so you won’t come to the office to occupy my very empty lap at the moment. Let me come to you.”
“No.”
“Casey, why the hell are you calling me if you don’t want to see me? Obviously, something is going on with you. Tell me what it is.” Growling into the phone, I’m pissed at my own inability to control myself around her. I know something is wrong, but she won’t tell me what it is, and now I’m pissed off with worry.
“I just… I guess I wanted to hear your voice, but you’re bordering on crazy, so I need to go now. Good bye.” Hearing her hang up, I place the receiver down gently when what I really want to do is fling it across the room in frustration and the last thing I need is a pesky office PA barging in to help. I thought getting between her thighs would be a repeat experience. A given. Now I’m fighting with giving her space instead, and making a tactical retreat.
11
Casey
Tapping the phone against my forehead, I sigh, slipping it back into my pocket. “Okay, I know Charlie. I was being girly and needy.” My furry companion, Charlie dances back and forth on his leash, yipping.
Taking a deep breath, I admit that I called James to hear his reassuring voice. The run-in with Devin freaked me out, but I don’t want to get James involved. It’s not his place to protect me. He’s already running interference on the weirdo sending me shit at the station which has been reported to the police with no leads to go on. Devin inadvertently triggered my anxiety over it, that’s all. Even if James means well, it’s misguided and at times overbearing. The last thing I need to be doing is encouraging him to jump in as my
