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My phone buzzed on my nightstand, and I flung the shirt guiltily onto my bed. Grabbing my phone, I saw I had a text from an unknown number waiting. A wide grin stretched my mouth. I knew who that would be.
Holt had sent me a pink heart emoji. My chest ached sweetly as I stared down at it, but before I could respond, he’d sent something else. An eggplant.
I snorted, then watched as a tongue emoji appeared, then a peach, then a smiling face with sunglasses. Then five more eggplants, followed by another single pink heart.
I laughed, wanting to cradle my phone to my chest like a total loser. Fuck, I already had it bad for Holt.
Chapter Twenty-One
Delivery Guy
I couldn’t stop smiling as I sauntered into work the next morning. The sign outside the elevator still faintly said HotSex Corporation, which made me chuckle. Grace did a doubletake as I passed the front desk.
“Good morning, Taylor,” she said with a hint of surprise. I didn’t think I’d ever walked into work smiling before.
“It is a good morning!” I shot her a finger gun as I passed, and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it.
“Nice tie, man.” Gary from Finance nodded at me as we crossed paths between the cubicles, a HutSec Corporation mug in his hand.
“Thanks, it is a nice tie.” I smoothed my free hand down my hot pink tie, then shot him a finger gun too. “Last year’s sale at Standard Suits and Such.”
“Mornin’, Taylor.” Lance spun his desk chair around when I reached our cubicle. “Time to make the donuts!”
I laughed heartily as I set down my takeout cup on my desk. “Not too many, I hope! Watching my figure.”
I could feel him staring at me as I put my backpack down and took off my suit jacket, draping it over the back of my chair.
“Good weekend, bud?” he asked as I sat down. “You’re in a chipper mood.”
“It was a good weekend.” I smiled wider, turning on my computer.
Holt and I had texted on and off all evening after he left. He’d sent me pictures of the wrestling matches from his private box, and I wished I’d been there watching with him. One shot showed a female wrestler in a steampunk get-up with living snakes for hair. He told me she was a gorgon called Mads, but her wrestler name was Lady Victoria Venom. She wore big steampunk goggles with her outfit so she didn’t turn everyone to stone.
She’d been fighting a banshee called The Silent Scream—real name Susan—who wore a spiked black mask over the lower half of her face, and had straight black hair all the way down to her knees, which Victoria Venom had used to swing her around the ring and fling her down a walkway between the stands, according to Holt. They were really dedicated performers. I was super impressed by their ability to pull stunts like that without actually getting hurt.
I’d also received a photo of Corey’s match against Frank and Beans, so Holt must have been able to calm Corey down and smooth over whatever tiff the pair had had that morning. The shot was blurry, because Larkin had photobombed it by flashing the bird again, which meant I could only see the edge of either Frank or Beans, and I’d had no idea what I was looking at. An… arm? A neck? Some other appendage they both had? It had been a murky mustard yellow and kind of sinewy, Corey’s giant hand wrapped around it and his lips peeled back in a dramatic snarl.
I’d ended up falling asleep during our conversation, and when I woke up this morning, there’d been one last photo waiting for me on my phone. A shot of Holt lying in bed, pointing the camera directly down his front and into the sweats he’d borrowed from me, where he was gripping his hard cock.
I’d jerked off staring at it in bed, then sent Holt a photo back of my weakly pulsing cock softening against my thigh and my cum clearly visible on my belly. I’d been a weird blend of nervous and giddy as I hit send. My first ever dick pic. I’d probably done it wrong somehow.
He hadn’t replied yet, because he was probably still asleep, but nothing could touch my fantastic mood. Not even when Mindy from Marketing’s head popped up from the next cubicle and she brandished the new HutSec corporate brochure.
“Good morning, Taylor. What do you think of the font choice for the front cover?” She held it up with a big smile.
I smiled back, nice and wide. “Great font, Mindy. It pops off the page. Really leverages the HutSec brand.”
“It does, doesn’t it? That’s exactly what I said to Becky!” She beamed at me. “I love this attitude on you, Taylor. So uplifting! Thanks for the Monday morning boost!”
“Hey, no, thank you.” I grabbed my lunch from my backpack and stood. “Better go put this in the refrigerator!”
“Ooh, looks tasty. I’m going to grab a coffee, so I’ll walk with you.”
Normally, the idea of having to socialise with my co-workers more than was strictly necessary would break me out in hives, but I found myself smiling cheerfully at Mindy as she left her cubicle, still clutching the brochure, to join me on the walk to the break room.
“Lovely tie, Taylor,” she commented. “The colour really suits you.”
“Thank you. Morning, Sharon!”
