Well, even miracles had limits. I wouldn’t make a very good girlfriend anyway. “That’s okay,” I said. “Don’t have to be serious with someone to have a good time with them.”
“Mm… my god…” She closed her eyes, head slumping over one shoulder, and I couldn’t believe how perfect it was hearing her breath quicken, blush creeping down her neck. I caressed my hand higher up her thigh before I took it off.
“This is okay?” I said, my voice softer, more genuine now. “I really, really want to do this, I just… I know you only just got out of a situation where…”
“That wasdifferent.I cannot tell you how different that was. This is… I want this.”
I bit my lip. “Then let’s make sure you have some good breakfast before work today, baby,” I said, making sure to use the same term I’d used in that video, and it was obvious how well it worked, her legs jolting together and squeezing.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you’re going to make me wait that long.”
“Been makingmewait this long, when you could have told me about this earlier!” I stood up, and she stood with me, her legs shaky, and when I offered her my hand, she took it, slow to let go when she stood up.
“So can you… um… tell me about your life now? Now that you don’t have to be… discreet with your… nonpublic works, was it?”
I laughed. “Guess I can tell you what my friends do now.”
Chapter 12
Victoria
I wasn’t getting any work done.
I didn’t even recognize myself. I was aching for her,neededher, and when I got into my car at eight-forty and looked at the clock, I’d never felt like five was so far away. I liked work. Liked beingat work. I’d never been the type to count down the minutes until five. But the promise of what would be waiting for me…
She’d—said I could—look at whatever I liked. Fuck. I felt myself blushing clear through my foundation as I opened my phone, making sure no one was around the car. Not for anything serious. Just to look. Opened a private window and navigated to Bridget’s page again, and this time I felt like a kid in a candy shop. An adult in an… adult shop. All these things I could have with her. She wanted me to look. Wantedme.I had no idea such an incredible, sexual and gorgeous woman could want me.
I was in the middle of scrolling through Bridget’s half-naked pictures when I got a text from my brother, and I almost threw the phone. God. I’d lost track of time a little. If this was our roleplay, I was showing up late to work. Because I was thinking about Bridget…
I closed the page and pulled myself together enough to read the text from Kevin.Holding up okay after the Sunday disaster?
Ugh—I’d never even checked in with him after that. Too busy trying to figure out how to face the fact that I’d masturbated to Bridget. I started typing a reply before I sighed and asked if I could call, mounting the phone on the dashboard as I put the car in reverse and his call came through.
“I’m sorry about the way it went for you and Sam,” I sighed.
“I’m sorry Pamela Bone didn’t show,” he said, his every bit as sad.
“I think I’ve healed from that. Is Sam okay?”
“Sam bounces back from everything. It’s me who’s still recovering. I didn’t think it would go well, but… I didn’t think it would go this badly.”
I pulled out of the lot, driving through the familiar snow-dusted morning streets. Used to drive these streets to work all the time, listening to the same couple albums in a hypnotic rhythm. “If there’s some way I can back you up, I want to know.”
“We’ll be all right,” he sighed. “Worried about you too. Don’t really know how things went on your side.”
I cleared my throat. “Uh,” I started, focusing on changing lanes before the light, traffic picking up as I got towards the city. “Well,” I said. “Mom was devastated that I wasn’t dating Bridget.”
“Huh?”
“She said she was a fool for ever having had reservations about me with a woman, because Bridget was everything she could have ever asked for in a partner for me, and when I toldher we weren’t dating, she cried and pleaded that wouldn’t I at leastconsiderit, give it a chance, because I’d never meet someone like Bridget again…”
Kevin was quiet for a long time before he said, “Say, there’s no chance Mom wants to tap Bridget, is there?”
“Ew.” She could have seen some very good Bridget content online if that was what she wanted. “No, Bridget just complimented her really well when they met, so now she thinks Bridget is the perfect partner. I played dirty and told her Bridget liked Sam and that she should try to curry her favor by being nice to him.”
“Oh, is that why she suddenly laid off after dessert?”
“Mm-hm.”
