“You didn’t. I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. It’s a shame, because I was dreaming about a beautiful redhead lying next to me.”
Despite it being one of the cheesiest lines I’ve ever heard, I still can’t help but chuckle at his adorable comment. “Okay, Romeo, why are you really awake?”
“I’m serious. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.”
“Me either,” I quietly admit, then hold up my mug. “I made some tea.”
“I hope it helps; you have that meeting with the emergency services department in the morning.”
“Fuck, I know,” I groan.
Jamie shifts and it shines a little light on his neck tattoos. I unconsciously bite my lip, forgetting I’m on camera until he asks, “What has you all hot and bothered?”
“Nothing,” I squeak, then jump as my timer goes off. As I pull the tea bag out of the warm water, I consider admitting the truth, that my mind won’t shut off and I’m horny as hell. It wouldn’t do me any good. He wouldn’t laugh at me, but it isn’t as if he could magically stop by again. Even if he did, I’d feel like I’m using him. “I should get to bed.”
“Want me to stay on with you until you fall asleep?”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably finish my tea and have a little fun with my vibrator.” While I say it in jest, it’s actually the best idea I’ve had all night.
“All right, I’m getting up. Where are my pants?”
“Stay there,” I laugh, grabbing my phone in one hand and my mug in the other as I make my way back to the bedroom. “I promise if I decide to play, I’ll call you.”
“I’m literally down the street. I can be there in like ten minutes and fuck you myself.”
“And that’s exactly why you need to stay there. If we’re really going to try to have a real relationship, I can’t have you bending me over every time I’m horny.”
His voice is low and gravelly as he admits, “You know you just made me hard by saying that.”
“I’d bet you were hard before you even called me.” I set down my mug and slide into bed, enjoying the flirting a bit too much.
“You’d win that bet, but if you’re going to slip your hand between your legs and touch yourself thinking of me, you can’t blame me for fisting myself until I come all over my chest.”
I sip my tea, speaking into the mug, “But would you be thinking of me when you did it?”
“Since the first night we met, it’s only been you.”
Do. Not. Swoon.“All right, well, you’re right and I need to get some rest before the fire season strategy meeting with emergency services.”
“Sleep well. I’ll see you in a few hours, mama.”
“Night.”
We hang up and a few seconds later there’s a text from him.
Jamie
Wear jewel tones tomorrow. Sapphire blue or maybe a plum color. It’ll make you the focus of any photos taken.
I don’t want to be the center of attention.
Even if you weren’t supposed to be representing Olivia, you’re magnetic and will be the center of attention regardless.
He sets his phone to Do Not Disturb, which seems to be his default when he doesn’t want me to argue with him. With his suggestion in mind, I mentally catalogue every outfit I own, and smile to myself as I settle on a dark amethyst linen dress I know will do the job. Emerald would look best on me but I’m always afraid someone could use it as greenscreen and put anything on my dress. I get up to set it out for tomorrow with a pair of black heels, then settle back into bed.
After finishing my tea, I pull my comforter up to my chin, shifting to get comfortable. I’m a little more relaxed, but there’s a good chance I’ll be up for the next few hours before my alarm goes off. As I’m reaching for the light on my bedside table, my phone illuminates and buzzes with a text. Unable to help myself, I check it.
Jamie
