“Can’t figure out what to type?”
“Nothing came to me that would be short enough. Your grandmother knows who I am?”
“She does now,” he said. “She’s got a steely eye and always has. Nothing gets by her.”
“Okay, fill me in. What exactly is it she knows about me or us?”
“She remembered you from the Friday night not that long ago. Was picking on me for flirting with you.”
“That was mutual flirting.”
“It was,” he said, picking up a fry and munching on it.
“What are you doing right now?”
“Eating dinner in my office before I get behind the bar. You?”
“Working on projections. I’d rather be eating with you than doing this.”
“I don’t blame you. I’d rather you were eating with me too.”
“Guess we’ll have to try that another night.”
“You could come here for dinner tonight and keep me company. It won’t be that busy.”
“I had lunch there,” she said. “I can’t go back twice in one day. Good lord, my jeans won’t fit.”
“Your jeans fit just fine.”
“Only just fine?” she almost purred into the phone.
Fuck. Were they going to do that while he was at work?
“You’re right. They aren’t fine. Not even just fine. I think you’re better with them off. Just standing there in a tiny thong,your ass cheeks waiting for the slap of my hands to yank you closer to me.”
He heard the gulp on the other end. “I’m throwing the flag in now. You win. I’m not good at that.”
“I think you’re great at it, but you don’t want to do it at work. I’m doing it at work.”
Might as well taunt her the way she’d been taunting him.
More like haunting him and his thoughts.
He heard a noise over the phone, and then a door shut.
“Okay. Now I’m getting down to business. Boxers or briefs? I need to know that first.”
“Boxer briefs,” he said, grinning.
“Even better. I’m standing there in front of you, sans the jeans, but no thong. Sorry. Not my thing. I’ve got on a pair of boy shorts, my ass cheeks hanging out the bottom.”
He groaned. “Much better.”
“I know what I like. I’m pressed against your hips, you in your boxer briefs. You’re excited to have me there.”
“I’ve got wood. Say it.”
“Nope. Not my word either. You’re hard and you’re hot. I can feel it between the thin material we’ve got that both of us want to get rid of fast.”
