I jump out of bed and find a few undeniable items. I quickly snap pictures. I attach the first picture.
Reinhold Bear:I ripped these off you in my hotel room.
Reinhold Bear:I took these off in the limo.
Heaven Leigh:??
Reinhold Bear:It took me six weeks to find you. Give me your number.
Heaven Leigh:Wait. How can I be sure? You could be some crazy who knows too much.
My heart is pounding, and my dick is hardening. I’m too wound up to be interrogated. Too close to getting what I want. I turn on the lamp and tap the video chat button. It rings a couple of times then connects.
It’s dark on the other side. I smile anyway. My hair is piled on top of my head and I look as tired as I feel, but I don’t care. I lie back down and rest my hand on my naked chest. My sheet still covers my bottom half.
“Do you believe me now?” I question the darkness.
“Axel? What’s with the name?”
“It’s mine. Reinhold is my middle name and Bear is supposed to be an English variation of my last name. Are you going to let me see you?”
“That’s why I couldn’t find you on here. It’s after two in the morning, Axel…”
I smile bigger.She looked for me. That knowledge is soothing, maybe I’m not the only one going through withdrawal. I want her to come to me. Hell, I’d go to her if I wasn’t so busy making structural changes to my business.
“I don’t like being found on social media. Heaven, I’ve seen you late at night, early in the morning, sleeping, awake, turned on, and well fucked…”
“Axel…” she moans. I rub myself over the sheet.
“Let me see you, please.”
Silence. I bite my lip. I’m not sure how I want to play it—demand or beg. I hear rustling in the background then I watch as the screen lightens. She’s wearing a little sleep turban that has a bow on the front. It’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve seen in a while. She has on a spaghetti strap little number with no bra. I stare at her pebbled nipples for a moment before returning to her eyes.
“Hi.” I smile again.
Heaven smiles back. “Hi.”
“How did your meeting go?”
“Huh?”
“How was the meeting? You know, the one you had to leave me in Hawaii for…”
“Ah, yes. I got it and finished the assignment already. Actually, I’d just finished my fifth client’s assignment right before you sent me a chat. I have another meeting tomorrow.” Her smile widens and my heart pounds.
“Good, you’re on a roll,” I commend proudly.
She nods, “Yeah. It seems that way. I’ve finished my transition to strictly digital. Now, I can truly work from anywhere.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask. I’m excited. I downplay my reaction to keep from looking like an eager puppy waiting to be petted. “So, you’re saying if I asked you to meet me in Cali, you could without missing work?”
Heaven laughs. It’s a light, slightly raspy sound I’ve missed. “Yes, Sir. That’s what ‘strictly digital’ means.”
I grunt. My dick cries a little. I squeeze it to calm the ache. The hint of mischief in her eyes tells me she did that on purpose. I don’t know why her saying ‘Sir’ does it for me, but it does.
“You did that on purpose,” I accuse. My voice is smoky because I’m so freaking aroused. “I have some things to wrap up in the next few weeks. I’ll have a lot of free time after that. When I send for you, your ass better be on the plane, Heaven.”
“And if I’m not on that plane, Sir?” she teases, her voice husky and aroused.
