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Ican make it through the day if I can get enough coffee in my system. I didn’t stop at just one orgasm last night. Nope, it took two before I fell asleep sometime early this morning, Colin playing a pivotal role in each one. I drag into my kitchen in search of caffeine. What the hell happened here?!
There is pepper everywhere, on the counters, floor, and table. Turning a slow circle, I marvel at the destruction caused by just a little pent-up sexual frustration. If this keeps up, I won’t have a house to come home to pretty soon!
At noon, I find my way back out to the bench that promises a little quiet solitude. After scanning the parking lot closely, I lay my head back enjoying the bare limbs waving in the breeze above me. I hear my phone vibrate with an incoming text in my jacket pocket.
Colin: What’s for lunch today?
I look up, quickly scanning around me. I swear if that man scares me again I’m going to throat punch him. Then I’ll probably climb him like a tree once he catches his breath. Shaking the image from my head, I answer.
Maggie: Today is a turkey sandwich with pickles. You?
Colin: So far, powdered donuts. I’m in depositions all day. A root canal is less painful.
Maggie: So what made you decide those kings needed to go?I know what a law deposition is, but I can’t let a chance to harass him get away.
Colin: How else do I win the Iron Throne?So he’s aGame of Thronesfan. Interesting.
Colin: Before you ask, I read the books. I’ve never watched the show.Even more interesting. So that leads me to another question.
Maggie: Colin, are you just humoring me asking for the book assignments?
Colin: No ma’am. I tested out of college English, so I just have a limited literary experience.Hmm, I’m skeptical. Of the literary experience, I have no doubt he tested out of most of his core.
Maggie: Okay, if I find out different I might have to spank you after all!
He doesn’t text back so I start packing up my lunch to head back inside. Sitting down at my desk to start preparing for my afternoon classes, I feel my phone go off again.
Colin: I’ve been sent to attorney time-out. I giggled out loud at your last comment during testimony. Please tell me you’ll follow through, so it wasn’t all for naught!
“Miss Emerson, are you okay? You’re very red,” one of my students says. I hadn’t even noticed they were already in the room.
“No, I-I’m fine,” I stammer out the words while throwing my phone in a drawer. Slamming it closed, I have to turn toward the board until my grin is back under control. When I manage to put on a more serious face, I turn around to face them. They all watch me in confusion until I clear my throat.
“Take out your books. We’ll be discussing chapters seven through ten today. Now can anyone tell me why our protagonist would choose this part of the story to take his stand?”
I’m curled up on my couch that evening under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate in my hands, when Colin calls. Muting my TV, I pick up my phone with a smile. I really need to figure out how to sneak a picture of him for his profile. Oh, wait. I have a dick pic!
“Did you really laugh in the middle of your meeting today?” My smile spreads even bigger when I hear his deep voice answer.
“No, Maggie. I did not laugh. That would have been a manly thing to do. I full-on girl giggled. It stopped the meeting.”
I laugh. “I’m really sorry. I’ll try to temper my text next time.”
“Please don’t. It’s my favorite part of the day.” If possible, my grin gets even bigger.
“You’d better watch out, counselor. I’ve almost got the book on constitutional cases done. I’ll be able to pepper you with intellectual constitutional law information at the next party.”
“I’ll consider myself warned, Miss Emerson. But I much prefer the intellectually stimulating conversation you bring to every party already.” My face grows red at the compliment.
“Did you have any luck hunting down the Stephen King? I’m not sure why you don’t just load them on your reader?” I ask as I hear him yawn.
“I found it at a bookstore on the way home about half an hour ago. I’m going to try to start it tonight.” I look at the clock on the TV. It says it’s already nine-thirty.
“You're just getting home?”
“Yeah, work ran late.” I can hear how tired he feels when he yawns again.
