Page 37 of Useless Love

“Did you miss me?”

Taking a noticeable pause, she finally replies, “We haven’t spoken in a few days. It felt different not talking to you.”

I smirk. I don’t know if she plays hard to get on purpose or if it just comes naturally. “That’s all you’re going to give me? Just admit you fucking missed me.”

“Guess I did,” she shyly answers.

“I can’t stop thinking about that morning in my office. I stroke myself thinking of your tits every night.” Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t reply, but I’m hurting for her so I pushed a bit more. “Have you thought of what we did in the office? Do you touch yourself? Or have you wiped it from your memory?”

Taking a deep breath, she replies, “No. I remember.”

“And?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Do you want me to do it again? I can’t fucking stop thinking about my mouth on your nipples and pussy.”

There’s a long pause, and then, “I-I-I thought you were busy with work. Too busy to think about…um, that stuff.”

“I’m never that fucking busy.”

“You were too busy to call.”

Ouch. Walked into that one. “You mad about that?”

She takes another long pause and then tries to switch topics, the little minx. “I went out with Carla today.”

“Don’t change the subject. Listen, if you are upset, tell me.”

“I’m not upset. You went out of town for urgent business. I understand.”

Listening to her voice, I can tell she’s tense about something. “Has anything happened while I’ve been away?”

“No. Everything is fine.”

I’m not convinced, but she sounds tired. I decide to let her go since she’s not interested in flirting with me. Fuck, I can’t wait to get back to those tits. “I’m wrapping things up and will return sooner than planned.”

“Okay. I’ll let you go.”

I try one more time because I’m too unsettled. She’s so aloof, I didn’t think my leaving would upset her. “And you’re sure you’re not upset that I haven’t called?”

“Wait. You aren’t upset, but any chance you were annoyed I haven’t contacted you for three days?”

I wait for her answer, and finally it comes. “Maybe I am.”

I rub my temples. “You and your innocence will be the death of me. I’ll make it up to you when I get back. Promise.”

“Okay.”

“Stop fucking punishing me with these short answers.”

“I’m not punishing you.”

“You know what you’re doing. I called to fucking talk, and you sound like a hostage reading a script.”

She actually laughs, and my stomach flips at the beautiful sound.. I can’t believe how much I miss this girl.

“I’m with Victoria and Carla right now,” she says. “I dragged them to bake pastries for the church bake sale tomorrow. They’re staring at me.”

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