She grinned at the screen as she waited for a reply and thought she was indeed playing with fire.
She could do this all day, all week, maybe beyond. He was really under her skin now and she liked it, but she couldn’t really consider this long term, could she?
She wondered if he was going to continue this level of texting and sexting all day, and hoped he would because it gave her the freedom to do the same. Hiding behind her screen gave her the bravery to be more open.
She hit send and winced at the fact that she’d just offered to sew for James Maybury. Why? He had Sandra who did laundry and probably sewed his buttons on, or she just threw worn or clothes in need of repair in the bin. She allowed herself an embarrassed giggle at her offer.
Tasha realised this texting and sexting was not simply a way to pass the time during a lull in his day. He was actually doing it whilst in a meeting and like everything else he did, she found this a serious turn on. Her smile broadened at the knowledge that no matter what else was going on around him he was as focused on her as she was on him. A sigh followed as Tasha questioned how she could be so consumed by him so soon and knew it was surely going to end in tears, her tears, sooner or later. She composed a reply to his new shirt text hoping to push negative thoughts from her mind.
Tasha nervously rolled her phone in her hand as she waited, each minute seeming to pass more slowly than the previous one making her wonder if she had said something wrong or pushed her luck. Maybe it was her reference to discussing what was going to happen after Friday. Perhaps she was thinking this thing between them meant more to him than it actually did. Had she read it wrong, trusted that he was being honest in his claims that he didn’t pick actresses up like he had her and never brought them home and introduced them to his daughter. Sara and Sandra had seemed to confirm his claims, but then she didn’t know them either, so maybe they couldn’t be trusted to be honest with her. She jumped when the message she’d been waiting for finally came through.
She smiled a genuinely happy smile that he too wanted something beyond the week they’d agreed and then laughed at the idea of him in his meeting discussing the heat in her behind.
Tasha locked her phone and headed back into the house, virtually skipping. Jim really was like no man she’d ever met before and he did things to her that no one had ever done, even by text. Once she’d freshened up she rounded Lizzie up and managed to get them out of the house to find Mike waiting. Lizzie immediately rushed to hug him.
“Dizzy Lizzie,” he called.
Tasha laughed at the obvious fondness between them. “Morning, Mike.”
He offered a warm and ready smile as she climbed into the car. “Morning, Tasha, how are you?”
“Good, thank you.” She really was good, she acknowledged to herself. She was possibly better than she had been for a long time, maybe ever.
