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“Yes, you’ve already apologized.” He waited. I waited. “Is there anything else?”
I shook my head, grabbed a book off the cart.Florence In Summertime.
“No. That’s it.”
“You’re sure there isn’t anything else I can do for you?”
I could see him standing beside a huge tree, ax in hand. He had on a red flannel and jeans. Flecks of chipped wood were on his clothing. He was a little sweaty from exertion from handling a big piece of wood.
Then my mind went filthy and him handling his own big piece of wood.
“No, I mean yes.” I squeaked. “I’m… Goodbye.”
I hung up. My heart was racing as if I’d been the one chopping down a tree. “Way to go, Melly,” I whispered to myself. “Now he thinks you’re–”
My cell vibrated in my hand–I kept the ringer turned off in the library–and I jumped a foot.
“Hello?” I murmured, keeping my voice low out of habit.
“Melly.”
That growl. I remembered him saying it just that way the night before as I came all over his fingers.
“I’m thinking there’s something you want to say but are maybe a little too shy to do so. Like in the storeroom last night. You had something in mind but wanted a little coaxing. Am I right?”
Was he? If he called fingering me to orgasm coaxing, then yes. I whimpered and he heard it because he gave a growl in response. Every time I heard that deep rumble I felt like I was a lamb and he was a very hungry wolf ready to eat me up. Or do other naughty things to me.
“No.”
I hung up. Again.
I closed my eyes, squeezed the hell out of the travel book. Mentally, I screamed. AGGGGHHHHH! Was I being like this because I was stubborn? Because I was afraid? Because I was an idiot? It wasn’t because I was hot for him because I’d have admitted it from the start. He was giving me the chance to tell him the truth, but just like he guessed, I needed coaxing.
And he was coaxing.
I put the book down, lifted my chin and called him back.
“Yes.” I heard a little huff, which I assumed was him being amused. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“Oh sweet girl, the last thing I’m doing is laughing.”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Trying not to come in my pants imagining all the thingsyesmeans. What did you like best about being finger fucked, little Melly?”
I glanced around, afraid someone could hear him through the phone. Besides the guy on the computer, a woman was perusing the new release section, but not paying me any attention.
“I can’t answer that here.”
“Oh, where are you?”
“At work.”
Now he really did chuckle. “Couldn’t be the bad girl and call in sick, could you?”
“No.”
“But you can be a bad girl with me.”
