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So that was what he was getting at.
One of SFI's rules is for involved parties to begin their "encounter" with a roleplaying phone call. Just to get the ball rolling, so to speak. I thought it was pure B.S. when I first read it in their contract, but I'm happy to say I was obviously wrong on that score.
While Dr. Somebody having this awesomely hot voice certainly doesn't hurt, it's the way he sounds totally invested inhisrole that does the trick, and the fact that we can't see each other's faces is the final nail in my inhibitions' coffin.
Leah is dead,I tell myself,and it's Temptation who's taking over from this point on.
I repeat the words one more time before finally venturing to speak.
"I'm sorry, Doctor, and um, yes, it's me, Temptation."
It sounds soweirdto make such a claim, but at the same time it also makes me feel all ridiculously giddy inside.
"Hello, Temptation."
My fingers tighten involuntarily around my phone. That name sounded so painfullystupidearlier, but when it's Dr. Somebody who calls me this, it suddenly feels so dreamily...improper.
"Was I correct in assuming this is your first time?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"I see."
My cheeks are on fire now. I will never everthinkof the words 'yes, doctor' in the same way again, and I'll probably also think twice aboutsayingthem after this.
"Well, Temptation..."
My heart skips a beat, and I realize in surprise that this is the longest time I haven't spared Io a single thought.
Could this truly be the distraction I've been looking for all this time?
"I'm certain you're feeling rather apprehensive at the moment, but I'd like to assure you you're in very good hands."
"O-Oh?"
Why do I have this crazy, out-of-the-blue urge to know how big his hands are?
"You have nothing to worry about."
Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it.
"Doctor?"
"Yes, Temptation?"
"May I know how big your hands are?"
Oh God, I actually said it.
"Of course." Dr. Somebody doesn't miss a beat in responding, and I love how utterly professional he still sounds even when such words in real life would've passed for sexual harassment.
"And to answer your question..."
A small but distinct pause follows, and I hold my breath unthinkingly.
"My hands are appropriate for someone my size."
The last word sounds unbelievably wicked for some reason, and I start fanning my face.
