He’s my moment. And I want more.
“You’re acting like you’re in love. Calm down, Olivia. You barely know the guy,” I tell myself, hoping I’ll listen.
But I know I won’t. He’s definitely the type of man I could see myself falling for. My heart has a mind of its own. It falls hard and fast when treated with even a dash of kindness, love, and humor. I’m a such a sucker.
Oh, well.
Dumping my shopping bags onto my bed, I look at what I’ve purchased and wonder if it’s too much. I got a little overzealous at the lingerie boutique. It isn’t often I buy sexy outfits. I’ve never really needed a reason before. Knowing my relationship started on the phone, I want to grow it. I want to tease him, excite him, show him I was thinking of him all day today while buying these skimpy little lace pieces.
I start by taking the tags off, then lay every piece flat on the bed. There’s a purple teddy that I like the most. It’s a deep plum color that pairs well with my eyes. The straps are thin and the neckline is a silk material that’s cut low to a narrow V. The sides are made out of a sheer material that flows, giving it a whimsical motion.
The other outfit is sexier. It’s a dark green, nearly black, and shapes my body. The straps are thicker and hug the sides of my shoulders, exposing my chest. The back laces corset style, and while it’s hard to tie on my own, I can manage. I bought matching stockings that slide up to my mid-thigh and clip to the main outfit. I got panties that match too. They’re simple. Lace, cheeky, sexy.
In another bag are a couple of dresses I thought would look cute for the first time we meet.
My phone dings and I become giddy when I see his name on the screen. I haven’t really heard from him since this morning before I left to go out to brunch. It’s nice having weekends off with my new position.
Mr. Wrong Number:I’ve had a rough day. I got called in.
I frown when I read his message.
Me:Are you okay? Do you need anything? I’ll have it delivered to you.
Mr. Wrong Number:No, I’m okay. I have most of everything I need here. Except you. I don’t know what I’d do if it were you who got rolled in here.
Rolled in where? I’m not sure. We’ve kept our jobs private for the most part.
Me:I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine. I wish I could be there for you. Are you sure you don’t need anything?
Mr. Wrong Number:I just need you to be safe. Please, promise you’ll take proper precautions.
Me:I promise.
Me:You know, if I did show up at your place of work, there’s an issue. You don’t know what I look like. You wouldn’t be able to tell if it was me or not.
Mr. Wrong Number:I don’t know if I like that. Now that today has happened, I really can’t fathom not being able to identify you in a crisis. We might need to rethink our plan.
Me:I’m comfortable with what you’re comfortable with. I understand what you’re saying. How about we give it a few days?
Mr. Wrong Number:I like the sound of that. Thank you. Yes, deal.
Me:Is this when I spit in your hand and we shake on it?
Mr. Wrong Number:Definitely not my hand ; )
Me:Since we’re on the subject. I have a surprise for you.
Mr. Wrong Number:A spit surprise? I’m curious.
Me:Ha ha. No. Not spit. I mean, it could lead to spit? Only in person though.
Mr. Wrong Number:Okay, I’m curious and I can’t stop thinking about this surprise. Show me.
Me:Depends. Are you still at work?
Mr. Wrong Number:For another hour.
Me:Perfect. Let’s see if I can distract you from the harsh realities of your job.
