My loved ones.
Because this, too, was love.
Another kind of love I’d come to believe in.
“That’s good for tonight. I’ll take care of the finishing touches in the morning.” I dropped my pencil on the sheet of sketch paper, drawing my colleague’s impeccably made-up eyes to me. She let out a yawn and stretched, her back likely complaining after hours in an uncomfortable chair.
“I’ll head out in a few minutes,” she said, sounding flatter and noticeably cooler than normal.
“Suit yourself.” I didn’t argue with her. Setting aside her occasional inappropriate advance, Sharon was an intelligent architect and as serious about her work as I was.
I took a break to check my phone and found just what I suspected I would—a text from Tinkerbell. I’d somehow forgotten to tell her I’d be staying later, despite the fact that she was constantly on my mind.
Every damned second of the day.
The little one and I were waiting on you for dinner. Mama even had a surprise of her own for you…
I hurried to tap out a reply like a teenager hanging on his crush’s every word:Sorry, Tinkerbell, I had to go over a project. I miss you so much. What kind of surprise are we talking about?
I rested my elbow on the armrest of my chair and stroked my lower lip with my index finger. I could already taste my evening meal. Selene had a devastating power over me—just imagining her feminine voice saying the words on the screen was getting me hard.
Completely, painfully hard.
The message notification chimed again:
Nicole’s already down, so I thought I’d wait up for you. Naked. You could have eaten your dessert off me. Too bad…
If there was anything Babygirl had learned in her years of living with me it was exactly how to provoke me.
I glanced up at Sharon and caught her looking thoughtfully at me. I adjusted myself in my chair to try to keep my insistent erection under control.
Fortunately, I had a sacrosanct desk to block me.
I snorted in frustration and wrote back to her:
Well, now my dick’s hard while my colleague is four feet away. Low blow, Babygirl.
I could envision her in my head: her cheeks pink with jealousy and her ocean eyes animated by anger as she spat out curses and threats. Another thing that hadn’t changed was Selene’s jealous streak. If Selene could have tied me to the bed to keep me from encountering other women, she would have happily done so.
My phone buzzed again.
The blond one? I will cut your balls off if you so much as look at her!
I laughed aloud, drawing Sharon’s attention. All of Babygirl’s claws came out when she got jealous, and her potty mouth did too.
She was adorable.
Oh, you should see her. She’s wearing this skirt today that’s so tight I can see the outline of her thong…
I chuckled to myself as I impishly typed out the first thing that came to mind. I enjoyed bringing out this blind fury in her. Sometimes she’d chuck a slipper at my head when I pretended to give other women the eye—especially the blond ones.
In reality, it often felt like my body only reacted to her ocean eyes, but Selene didn’t know that. I didn’t want her to be too secure, so I regularly provoked her.
Another message alert:
You nasty pervert. You’ll pay for that one!
I laughed before trying to become serious and determined once again. I was in my office, after all. I couldn’t be unprofessional. I glanced up at Sharon and saw her staring at me, probably trying to figure out what had me so delighted.
