“Thanks, man. I’m going to find a way for us to be together on the same continent.”
“Good. Girls like Anna and Mandy don’t come around very often. Don’t fuck it up.”
“Good advice. And so very eloquently put.”
“So, do you want to spend New Year’s with Mandy and me, or do you have other plans?”
“I know Anna would love to see you guys, but can we do it another night? Maybe the day before? For brunch or something? I have other plans for us on New Year’s.”
My idea was to make the evening special. I just hadn’t decided how yet.
“Is work busy?” he asked.
“Yeah, hopefully it will be better now that I’m back in the US. The clients are so fucking demanding. It was hard managing it from London, but it should settle down.” I wasn’t going to be late tonight. I wanted to make it home by 7pm. I had a promise to keep. I needed to make sure my beautiful girl came every day. Shit, my dick started to stir. “How’s Mandy?” I asked, knowing talking about her should settle me down.
“Good. She wants us to go out to dinner so she can give you a hard time about leaving Anna in London.”
“I didn’t leave her there. She lives there.”
“I know man, but you know what she’s like. She’s excited that you’ve found someone.”
I couldn’t help but grin. I was excited that I’d found Anna, too. We just had to find a way to be on the same continent.
TWO
Ethan
On the way back to the office, I texted Anna
E: I’ll be home by 7pm. Can you wait up?
A: All night, for you.
E: Good. I want you in bed and naked by the time I call.
A: Yes, sir.
E: Stop with the “sir”, you’re making me hard.
A: That’s how I like you, sir.
Fuck, she could get me like steel with a text from three thousand miles away. I was like a fucking teenager when it came to her. Maybe we should have a no text rule during office hours?
I slipped back into my work routine. Managing things from London for three months meant that being back in New York made everything seem easier and I got through things quickly. But I did have a conference call at eight that evening that I could take from home. It meant I got an hour with Anna. The thought of her in bed and naked—hercreamy-soft skin wrapped in our sheets—had my dick twitching, so I tuned it out and got on with the day.
It was just coming up to 7pm and I was stuck in traffic. Fuckety fuck. I didn’t want to waste a minute with her, so I called her from the back of the cab.
“Hey, my handsome man.”
“God, I love you.” I couldn’t stop myself, I loved her and how she loved me.
“Are you okay?” She sounded concerned. Because I’d told her I loved her? I wasn’t doing it enough if it raised questions.
“Yes, I just wanted you to know. I’ve missed you all day.”
“I’ve missed you, too. I don’t like being here without you. It doesn’t feel right.” My gut ached hearing her say that. It felt like she might be missing me as much as I was missing her.
“Where are you?”
