She had sent a photo.A mirror selfie.
She sat in a desk chair, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, a crisp white blouse stretched across her frame, the hem of her pencil skirt riding high enough to reveal the teasing shimmer of stockings.Her short brown hair brushed her shoulders, effortless and tempting, while the glossy red soles of her stilettos glared like a fucking tease.It was insane.Red-bottom heels were making me hard.My gaze dropped to her hands, nails painted the same sinful red, before rising again to the phone concealing her face.The anonymity only made it hotter.
I wanted to see what she looked like.
She was sexy as hell, so why did she need me?
K: I wouldn’t mind sending a picture of my vagina, but that seems against the rules, and you are a stranger, so I would rather not.
I fixed my pants and sent her a response.
Dex: if we knew each other u would send me a photo of ur pussy?
K: No, it wouldn’t be appropriate.
I chuckled at her response and went back to her photo.She seemed rich with her Louboutin heels.
Heck, what’s wrong with just meeting her once?
Dex: let’s meet
K: Good.This is the hotel with room number 303.See you soon.
Dex: can you do me a favor
Dex: don’t change and keep those heels on
K: Why?
Dex: please
Dex: ill let you do whatever you want
K: Okay.
I changed my casual tee to a fancy shirt.I even applied expensive cologne and brushed my teeth once again before leaving my sister’s apartment.
2
POWDER MY NOSE
KATIE
Ihad a crush on my boss, Justin.
It started out with his complimenting my suit when I joinedOpulenceas an intern.I wore my finest black suit because a comment on Reddit mentioned it would make a lasting impact on neurotypicals.
So I had tried it and was glad it worked two years ago.Even my colleagues enjoyed seeing my tailored suits.
I was about to turn thirty in a month, so I needed to get as much experience as possible with flirting, getting things started, and sex.
I drew in a deep breath as I reread the latest message from one of theRomeos, Dex, and braced myself for what was coming next.I had lost count of how many times I’d done the little mental pep talk.The truth was, the app had hooked me the moment I saw the ad.A lineup of gorgeous men, every one of them calling themselvesRomeo.Signing up was easy with a quick survey asking me to spell out my tastes.Age, height, build, hobbies… even whether I liked a man who drank or smoked.
I scrolled back to his profile, letting my gaze linger on the lines of his body.A low hum slipped past my lips, equal parts appreciation and hunger.He was taller than me, built like trouble, and looked like pure sin.Hopefully, he’d be as good a teacher as he was a temptation.
My eyes averted to the stack of printed paper on my desk.I may or may not have researched everything about sex and printed it out, highlighting the important notes and how to sound sexy.
If I needed to seduce Justin and make him my boyfriend, then I had to be the best at sex.
