The little gesture amused her. It was simply wonderful to have a man who made effort to show he was interested or at least cared about her. She outstretched her hand, gave a peace sign, and smiled for the camera. Her lashes were thick and done well, and her lips were done up with a dusty pink that matched her cheeks. The whipped avocado color of her blazer really made her pink floral blouse pop. It didn’t matter if it was fall, she loved those spring colors.
She snapped the photo and sent it with a message that read, “I’m great! You look so handsome today! I’m getting ready to present my marketing design and templates for the team. I’m a little nervous but excited!” She speckled numerous emojis everywhere.
He was typing back. She stared for a ridiculously long amount of time at the screen. Either he was a slow typer, or she was impatient. He loved her picture and wrote back, “That’s amazing! Ain’t no way in hell I could speak in front of people. But I’m also not as cute as you are.” He wrote a tongue sticking out emoji.
She reacted with a laughing face. “And you think you’re not cute?”
Caleb wrote back, “Not like you.”
She responded, “You’re a guy. You’re not supposed to be cute like me.” She ended it with a winky emoji. “You’re supposed to be rugged and handsome, like you already are.”
On the other side, Caleb was stuck at a red light and was on his way back to his job site from picking up more materials at the hardware store. When he saw her text, he giggled for a moment. He typed back, “So you’re saying I wouldn’t look good in a floral blouse?” There was a sad emoji at the end of it.
Evie cracked up. She leaned back and held her lips in laughter. The sad emoji at the end was the cherry on top.
“You could try on one of mine and see,” she said back.
“It’s a date! When can I come over?”
Evie snickered again, rousing attention from some of her nearby coworkers. She should have been preparing for her presentation, and he should have been paying attention to the red light and the traffic.
“How about tomorrow?”
He was confused why she wanted him to wait so long. At least, it was a long time for him. It made no sense. She had been hot for him for two days, and their possible coupling was interrupted. As Caleb scratched his scruffy face, he thought and then wrote, “Why tomorrow?” It was yesterday that he almost had her, that lush body for him to take.
No.
For him toescapeinto.
When Evie saw the message, her heart skipped a beat. She wrote, “I was trying to be respectful. I didn’t know how soon you’d want to come over again.” She thought. Then wrote, “I thought you had your kids during the week? I know it seems like you occasionally get custody on the weekends but…is everything okay?”
“Yep!” he responded. “They asked if they could stay with their grandma, my mom, tonight for Christmas shopping and present wrapping. She’s taking them to school tomorrow.”
She smiled and wrote, “That sounds like fun! But are you sure about this? It’s not too soon for you?”
He wrote back with a winky face, “Why wait?”
Reading that text filled her body with a scorching heat.Immediately a whirring sensation filled her head, and she had to blink a few times to compose herself. Her imagination flew off into the clouds with the memory of how he held her down to the bed not long ago. That strong military back was all hers to hold and dig into. For his neck to be bitten like she was a blood-thirsty seductress.
What she loved the most about Caleb’s body is that it was natural like hers. It was obvious he went to the gym and kept a healthy weight especially for his height, but he wasn’t some chiseled and cut bodybuilder. His muscular frame was just right. He had every part on a man that mattered to her. Strong and large hands with perfectly matched fingers, sturdy and strong rounded shoulders, great bone structure, supple lips, kind eyes, firm and developed chest muscles. And that full head of hair? She adored the way it popped back up after she’d run her hands through it.
It actually amazed Evie that every man she met gave some poor excuse as to why he couldn’t maintain simple hygiene, let alonestylinghimself. But Caleb was living proof that a man could still care about his appearance. He had two jobs, two kids, a lot of land to manage and still kept his facial hair neat and trimmed, his hair styled in that fashionable military cut with the right length on the top, and he also always smelledsogood! He also knew how to style it right.
And hisfeet.
Evie openly admitted to some of her acquaintances and friends that she had a thing for men’s feet. It was actually downright gross to everyone she met, leaving her embarrassed and ashamed to talk about it. But Caleb’s feet had the same veins and muscle structure as his hands did. They were large and beautiful. If she’d had the time, she would have massaged his feet as well with the shea butter and suckled off every bit.
She shuddered. That very thought made her swell. She squeezed her legs together.
Wait. Don’t get too caught up. He’s too perfect for you. You’re nothing like him.
Shut up! Be brave and bold! He’s totally into you! You don’t need to be like him, you need to be like you!
She shook her head out.
He had been waiting and saw she read it, but she had left him onread. He wrote again, fearing he crossed one ofherboundaries, “I’m sorry if that was stupid.”
Evie snapped out of her fantasy turned inner turmoil and decided to be brazen with it. She wrote, “Oh no, not at all! I was daydreaming about how I wanted to massage your feet and suckle on your toes that night you came over.”
