She sends me a text message for me to call when I get a chance. Fuck, I have checked the cameras and haven’t gotten a message from Maxim, so I assume it’s not an issue with Tom. I hope she hasn’t had a change of heart about seeing me.
“Hey, I, like, know you’re insanely busy right now, but I needed a moment of your time.”
“I’m never too busy for you.” I’m typing up an email, but I decide it’s better to close it, so I can concentrate on my woman who deserves my full attention.
“You say that now.”
“Always, Caroline.”
“I was just reminded today of something that I completely forgot about because of you. I know you’re probably not interested, but I was invited to a Christmas party that’s tonight.”
I can hear the hesitation in her voice. She’s nervous. “Oh. I’ll come if you want me to. I’d like that.” I’ve come to the realization that I’ll do pretty much anything to make her happy.
“You would like that?” she questions like I’m bullshitting her.
I chuckle. “No, it’s not that I’m jumping to go to a party, but being without you is getting a little hard to do.”
“I know.”
“I miss you when I’m not around you,” I confess. I want to say more, but it’s too soon and we’re not face to face yet.
“Has it only been a week?”
“A bit more, but yes.”
There’s a brief silence between us, tension building. She’s the first to break it. “Well, we can go, and if you feel uncomfortable at all, let me know and we will leave.”
I sigh, “I can socialize with the other humans, you know. When it’s not Christmas, I’ve attended other functions, so I can just pretend it’s another work event.”
“Parker, I understand. I just know that some things aren’t as easy as they seem.” I love that she’s trying to be considerate of my feelings. It makes me want her even more than I already do. The woman is precious in every way.
“What time is the party?” I ask, needing to plan ahead.
“Six.”
I make a note on my desk planner. “Okay I’ll be at your house to pick you up.”
“Wonderful.” I can hear the excitement in her voice, and that causes me to smile.
“Great. Is there anything special you want me to wear?” I hope it’s not one of those ugly sweater things because I don’t own any of them and I’m not in the mood to go get one.
“You know, I don’t know. Let me check.” I’m sure she is shooting off a text. “He said party casual. I suppose holiday type.”
“Okay. I’m sure you have something perfect to wear, sweetheart. I just won’t wear a suit.”
“I like you in suits, and I like you without them,” she mewls.
“Damn it, baby. I wish I was there right now.” I need to take a breath to cool my lust. If I could fuck her through the phone, I would.
“Me too.”
“Maybe I’ll get there a little early.”
“I’d really like that.” So would I. I grip my cock through my slacks and give it a squeeze, trying to calm down.
“Is that pussy wet, baby?”
“Yes, it is. It’s always wet when I think of you.”
