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Jake left. But his words irked me all morning. I’d definitely complained to him more than once about a woman I’d started something casual with who all of a sudden wasn’t happy with our arrangement. I remembered having this conversation only a few months ago about a woman named Piper I’d been seeing. When I’d told her I wasn’t interested in more and reminded her that she’d said the same, she’d gotten upset and said she’d been hoping I would change my mind. Was that what I was doing with Nora?
Let’s face it, I did like her. And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I would’ve liked more—to get to know her, have dinner, wake up next to her, maybe see where things went. Something about being with her just felt right.
My phone buzzed from my desk, and I was grateful for the interruption. I’d never admit it, but Jake was right. I was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. I needed to pull up my panties and get my ass back to work. Maybe it was best that Nora seemed to have forgotten about the arrangement I’d proposed.
I didn’t need the headache.
But then I turned my phone over and read the incoming text.
Nora: I’ve thought about your…arrangement.
My heart started to pump. It pissed me off. Yet I was already typing back.
Beck: And…
Nora: As you so eloquently put it, I’d like to fuck you, too. So I’m in.
I salivated like a starved dog served a sizzling steak.
Beck: When can I see you?
Nora: Issee youcode for get naked?
Beck: It’s code forhow wide can you spread your legs? I can’t wait to eat your pussy.
The dots started to bounce around, then stopped. It was a solid thirty seconds before they started moving again.
Nora: Sugarcoating isn’t your thing, huh?
I was typing that I’d coat her with sugar if she wanted, when a second text arrived.
Nora: But yeah, I can’t wait for you to do that too…
I cleared what I’d typed, too impatient to waste time.
Beck: What are you doing right now? I can come to you.
Nora: LOL. Slow down, cowboy. I’m currently at the nail salon with Louise. I was thinking more like tomorrow night.
Even the mention of my grandmother didn’t dull my hunger.
Beck: How about tonight?
Nora: Anxious much?
Beck: YOU. HAVE. NO. IDEA.
Nora: I just snort-laughed out loud and scared the woman getting her nails done next to me.
I pictured it—her big pouty smile and how gorgeous she looked with a little gleam in her eye, laughing at the screen.
Beck: So tonight?
Nora: Fine, Mr. Impatient. But I have a few things to do. So it will have to be later.
Beck: Whatever you want. Tell me where and when, and I’ll be there.
Nora: I’d actually prefer to come to you.
