“With a special someone?” Her eyebrows pumped up and down.
“No.” I chuckled.
“Oh. You seem…” she was struggling with the words to say, then just spit them out. “You’re glowing, so I thought that…”
She thought I got laid! Well, I did. But freakin’ aye! Do I have a billboard attached to my chest that says ask me about my pussy?
She started to walk out, but then tapped on the door frame. “Oh. Angelica from Meyers wants to know who to put as your plus one for tomorrow’s dinner.”
Shit. I completely forgot about the customer dinner. “Let me get back to you?”
“Sure. She just requested it by four this afternoon.”
Shit! Shit! Shit! I had a perfect plan to flake out on the dinner, which started yesterday and I completely forgot. There was no way they’d buy I was sick now… especially after my new sex glow. I grumbled as I pulled the contract out from the stack of papers.
“It’s all your fault.” I pointed accusatorially at the paper.
Then an idea hit me. Maybe Callum would go with me.
I picked up my phone and dialed him up, thankful he’d dropped his number to me this morning in case I had questions about the contract.
He answered on the third ring. “Everlee? Are you ok?” His voice was tense.
“Yes. Yes. I’m fine, but need a favor.” I bit the inside of my cheek as nerves were getting the better of me.
“Anything.”
“I need you to be my date at a dinner tomorrow.”
“On Valentine’s Day?” His words were hesitant.
“Yeaaa… for a customer meeting at work.”
“Oh.”
I could tell by the way he spoke he was going to say he couldn’t because it broke some rule. They didn’t date, just had really great sex. “Listen, I know the rules and everything. I just committed a while ago to attend this event because it’s one of our biggest customers. I thought by the time V- day rolled around, I’d be in a relationship, but I’m not. With no prospects. I can’t bring Lizzy, because she’s been my plus one so many times they think I’m an ‘in the closet lesbian’, which who knows maybe I am which is why I haven’t found a man and I had this plan to start faking an illness yesterday, but I completely forgot because I was so excited about dinner at Bo’s and now this morning they see my new just been fucked glow, so there’s no way I can pull off being sick.” I took a deep breath once the word vomit stopped.
“That’s a lot to unpack.”
“Sorry.”
“Do you think you’re a lesbian? I mean, this could really change things?”
“Callum.” I scolded.
“I’m kidding. I knew you weren’t after the way you sucked my cock last night.”
A puff of air escaped my lips.
“You like that, do you? Do you want me to tell you I’m sitting at my desk at Vixen with my pants pulled down and my hard cock in my hand, pumping it, thinking of your perfect little pussy?”
I clenched my thighs together. “Callum.” I warned.
“How I can’t wait until you're sliding onto it again? How I can’t wait to watch the others with you? Taking you in every hole you have at the same time.”
“Callum.” I breathed out, pinching my eyelids together and gripping the edge of my desk.I will not masturbate at work. I will not masturbate at work.
“How-”
