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RomanticAlpha42: Is it a male friend
BabyGirl89: Yes
RomanticAlpha42: Why don't you send me something naughty
I smiled as I hit send. Minutes went by, and then an image populated my screen. My cock instantly hardened at the sight of her fingers inching their way into her black lace panties. I licked my lips and ran my hand over the thick, hard ridge that sat behind my suit pants. I felt like I was going to bust when another image populated my screen. This time I was faced with a panty-less, fully-shaven BabyGirl89. I swallowed hard and groaned as I squeezed my cock. As I studied the picture, I froze, noticing something familiar about the blanket that lay underneath her. I looked harder at the pattern in the blanket, instantly recognizing it as the blanket my great aunt had made me that lay on the bed in my spare guest room. I swallowed hard, only to see another message.
BabyGirl89: Are you there? Do you not like me?
I dropped my phone and turned on my computer, logging into the confidential client information area. I quickly searched for BabyGirl89, and within seconds, I was faced with every drop of her personal information. I scanned through it looking for anything that might be familiar. I didn't see anything that would lead me to believe it was, in fact, Ainsley, so I clicked over to the payment information and froze. Ainsley Matthews was the credit card holder. I swallowed hard, panic filling me for a second as I looked down at my phone at the pictures that had been sent. I picked up my phone and looked back up to the screen in front of me and thought for a second of what to reply.
BabyGirl89: Well?
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. I picked up my phone, looking back to the computer screen and staring at Ainsley's name. All the things I'd said to her, all the dirty, dirty things I'd said… What was worse was the fact that I had meant every single one of them. I took in a deep breath, then I slowly typed out my response.
RomanticAlpha42: I like you very much.
Spencer
After findingout it was indeed Ainsley I’d been talking to, I hadn’t been able to look Jon in the face after I’d returned from my office. I'd seen him watching for me as I made my way through the crowd of people, but I ignored the fact and kept busy mingling with clients.
After everyone had left and the cleanup crew started, I made my way over to a bar down the street. I made my way in and sat down at the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. As soon as the golden liquid was placed down in front of me, I picked up the glass and took a sip. I had to figure out how to end this with her.
I'd said things to her, she'd sent things to me—things that neither of us should have shown or said to one another. Hell, she shouldn’t even know some of those things, I thought to myself as I downed my drink and nodded to the bartender for another one. Then I pulled my phone from my pocket and went over our conversations. There would be no way I would have guessed it had been her, she seemed so mature for her age. There was no need to figure it all out right now, I thought to myself. I downed my drink, paid my bill, and made my way back to the office where I’d left my car.
I slowly turned into the driveway, put the car in park, shut the engine off, and glanced down at my watch. It was shortly after two. I hadn't planned on being this late, and I was surprised to see the soft glow of the living room light on through the front window.
Ainsley was still awake. I felt my heart start to accelerate as I opened the car door. I’d hoped she would be asleep. I walked up to the front door, put my key in the lock, and turned it, pushing the door open. I was quiet, doing my best not to disturb her in case she was asleep.I prayed she was asleep. I quietly took my shoes off and had just shrugged out of my suit jacket when I heard Ainsley's tired voice.
"Hello, Mr... I mean, Spencer. Is that you?"
I smiled to myself. Her sleepy voice was sexy as fuck. "Yeah, it's just me, Ainsley," I said, hanging my suit jacket on the banister and climbing the stairs to the living room.
I stopped in my tracks. Ainsley lay curled up on the couch, under a blanket, watching TV. As her eyes met mine, she quickly sat up, shoving the blankets off her, and my eyes fell to her bare legs.
"How did everything go tonight?" I questioned, swallowing hard. “Nikki be-have herself?”
"Nikki went to bed with no problem. I let her stay up a little later than normal. We were watchingLady and the Tramp. I hope that's okay."
"Sure." I smiled.
"How did tonight go for you?" she asked, gathering the blanket and folding it back up.
"It went well."
She smiled at me. "That's fantastic. I'm happy to hear that. Perhaps next year I will get to go to this event."
Yes, you will get to go next year, but you will go as my date,I thought to myself.
"Well, I should get going, let you get some sleep. It's late and Nikki told me you guys are off to the zoo in the morning. I’ll just grab my things and be on my way."
Shit, I'd forgotten about the zoo. I pinched the bridge of my nose and then looked over to Ainsley who had her back to me as she threw the blanket onto the back of the couch.
"Ainsley, there's no rush." I turned and walked into the kitchen. "I was going to have a glass of wine. Would you care for one?" Every single part of me knew that I was crossing a line by asking her to join me. Hell, I had crossed a line by even speaking with her for the past couple of months. Granted, I hadn't known it was her.
I pulled the bottle from the fridge and turned to see her leaning against the doorway. What was I doing? I had decided to end this with her, not invite her to have wine with me. I had to end it; this was ridiculous. After all, she was going to be working for me soon, and I had a strict no fraternization policy in my company.
I pulled at my tie, loosening it from my neck, and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt as I watched her eyes wash over me, her cheeks flushed while she bit her bottom lip.God I'd love to make her bite that bottom lip, better yet, I’d love to bite it.
