“I guess we’ll have to go somewhere private after this,” I said lightly. Inside, I was mentally freaking out.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Parker had more meetings and conference calls the rest of the day, which was fine with me. I was barely able to do any work, because I was so wound up imagining Parkerdown there. What would it feel like? What if he thought it tasted weird?
I turned to Google and found aVanity Ragarticle on how to make yourself appetizing to your man. According to the article, you should eat zucchini spiral noodles with unsweetened yogurt and bee pollen. Gross. But maybe this was a sign that I should clean up my act, so to speak.
Sadie:Do I smell weird?
Erika:Our shower is kind of shitty so yeah maybe you smell a little mossy. Did someone say something?
Sadie:Parker said he wanted to go down on me.
Jasmine:My baby’s growing up! I can’t believe it! I’ll have to return the unicorn stuffed animal and matching onesie I bought for your birthday and buy you a sex kitten outfit and a whip instead!
Sadie:No, I want the unicorns!
Sadie:Also I don’t want to freak Parker out.
Erika:I’m sure he’s had his face in a girl’s pussy before. He knows what goes on down there.
Erika:Actually I bet he really knows lol!
Jasmine:Then he probably knows what he likes. We’ll need to weed whack your hoo-ha, Sadie.
Sadie:*gulp* like a trim or…
Jasmine:Yank it. There’s a salon on 13th. Meet there after work. They serve booze.
Erika:Sounds like my kind of place.
Jasmine:The most important thing is you have to get him to go down on you within a few days otherwise all the work is wasted. No pressure.
I was feeling the pressure though. I was sweaty and nervous by that evening. Parker was back from his meetings.
“Do you want to go grab a drink?” Parker asked me, sliding his arms around me and kissing me. I moaned against him. It still didn’t feel real. Maybe I was drunk and delusional and bought a really expensive blow-up doll or something, and I was in the last throes of debt-induced paranoia.
Parker tilted my chin up. He was very real and very male.
“I could show you my condo after,” he said, nibbling on my earlobe, his hands sliding under my skirt.
“Is that some sort of blatant sexual innuendo?”
He chuckled. “Completely innocent. I was going to show you around my condo, end the tour in the master bedroom, push you back on the bed, then put my tongue on your clit.”
“Wow, that was very…arousing.”
“How about that drink?”
I squinted. “I have things to do…”
“It’s not work on the Rural Trust projects, is it? Because while that’s important, you don’t have to work all the time on it.”
“It’s other stuff,” I said, trying not to look at him.
“What stuff?”
“Stuff stuff.”
Parker gave me an assessing look. I forced myself not to blush.
