You’re still not going to tell meyourname?
No.
How am I supposed to save your contact information in myphone?
There was a pause. Marcus worked his tie over his head and cast it over the opposite arm of the couch. The drab, diagonal gray stripes suited theleather.
You can save myinitials.
Whichare?
L.B.
Marcus’ grin grew. He reached for his water and took a sip. The ice had chilled it, and the cold lined his esophagus during itsdescent.
What prompted you to text me?Marcus asked. He set theglassdown.
I was wondering if u drink Knob Creek all the time, or only on theweekends.
Only on the weekends. I like to keep my mouth busy with other things duringtheweek.
Thingslikewhat?
Marcus bit down on a smirk. Flirting with L was too easy. He’d never flowed so well with someonebefore.
You have to come see me tofindout.
im not licensed for house calls.Sorry. :P
God, did Marcus want him. Restless, he rose. On his way to the bedroom he contemplated his response, but L beat him to it. By the time Marcus settled on the side of his bed, a new message waitedforhim.
U no that u shouldn’t be messaging me,don’tu?
Why not?Marcus wrote back.Is your boyfriend going to be upset you’re talking tosomeone?
No. I told u, I don’t have one. What I mean is, its against therules.
At The Shepherd, maybe. But we’re not in The Shepherd,arewe?
No.We’renot.
Marcus removed his socks. Upon careful coaxing from his fingers, the last buttons on his dress shirt parted from their buttonholes. He guided the shirt down his shoulders. The cool air in his condo hardened his nipples, but the goosebumps down his arms weren’t brought on by temperature alone. Even over the phone, his body responded in a visceral way to L. The memory of L’s heat, as subdued and suppressed as it was, made its way back to the forefront of Marcus’ mind. He breathed it in deep as he closedhiseyes.
What a temptation ithadbeen.
What are u doing thisafternoon?
Marcus opened his eyes to read the message. He read it through several times, wondering about the intent behind it. During silences, it was L who kept pushing the conversation. Marcus didn’t overlook hisenthusiasm.
I just got home from work. I was changing into something morecomfortable.
U mean u don’t always wearsuits?
Only when I’m looking to impress men I can neverforget.
It was their first correspondence, but Marcus was high off the memory of L’s heat. He sent his next message before he had time toreconsiderit.
I’m shirtless. Should I take off my pants as well, or should I wait for the conversation to befinished?
