I lick my lips, running a finger over my thigh, a ripple of pleasure moving through me.
“Cordelia, huh?” I say. “Is she your dog?”
“Not quite,” I smirk. “She’s my octopus.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I shit you not. She’s quite beautiful. So far, she’s only made three escape attempts and broken the filter on my aquarium once, so I feel like we’re bonding.”
I laugh out loud at that.
“What are you wearing?” he asks.
“A short black skirt, black vest, with a black shirt underneath.”
“Hmm, I can imagine you look pretty good in that.”
My teeth dig into my lower lip.Why the fuck do I want him to tell me I’m hot so badly?
“What areyouwearing?” I ask.
“What I was wearing today, just without the tie.”
“Hm, why don’t you take off your shirt, then?” I say, “You’ll be more comfortable.”
To my surprise, he doesn’t reply, and there’s just the rustle of fabric through the phone. A zing of happiness passes through me as I realize he’s done what I asked without question.
“I took off my pants; it was quicker.”
“You don’t like being told what to do, do you?” I say without really intending to.
“Neither do you,” he says smugly. “Don’t worry, though, you’ll learn.”
I’m not sure why he thinks he’s going to tame me. It’s never going to happen.
“Are you jerking off right now?”
“I am, but this isn’t really what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?”
“It’s only fun if you do it too.”
I rub the phone against my thigh, knocking it against the arm of the chair, and pretend to take off my tights, shoes, and skirt.”
“Alright. We’re both just in our underwear from the waist down,” I say silkily as I put the phone back to my ear, but there’s only a dial tone to greet me.
I lower it to my lap, annoyed by a flash of disappointment.Did he just hang up on me?
Then the call connects again, and he’s FaceTiming me.
Shit.
I have no choice but to answer him. I’m half expecting just to see his cock on the screen, but instead it’s those blue eyes staring back at me, and he looks deeply unimpressed.
“Are you seriouslypretendingto take your clothes off when I’m paying you $3,000?” he asks.
“How do you know I didn’t?” I ask defiantly.
