Page 58 of Ask Me Something

And with that parting shot, he destined me to be sidetracked for the entire week.

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Throwingmyself into work during the next few days made it easier to avoid thinking of Brian or our upcoming weekend plans. I assembled my team on the Tryon Pharmaceuticals account and started the strategy meetings. We’d have a mock done and ready to present to Brian by the end of the following week.

By Thursday night the boards were done, and I felt confident enough to take off tomorrow after work for my flight down to Charlotte. I was busy packing my suitcase in my bedroom when my phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hello back. How are you?” Brian’s sexy voice asked.

“Good. How is Hong Kong?”

“It’s all right, but I’d rather be there.”

“It’s been less than two weeks.” I was defensive, and couldn’t help it. The thought of missing one another wasn’t one with which I was entirely comfortable with, especially when we used to be content to go for days without talking.

“It feels like longer. What are you wearing?”

I couldn’t help it; I burst out laughing.

“Honey, you’re kind of deflating the ego here,” he said dryly.

I realized he was probably serious. “I can’t help it. The way you asked was like an infomercial for phone sex.”

“That’s a no to it, then?”

“I need to ask you something first.” I couldn’t help my curiosity.

“Go ahead.”

“Have you ever done it before?”

He chuckled. “No, I’ve never done phone sex before. Have you?”

“Given my inability to purposefully talk dirty, what do you think?” I enjoyed the sound of his laughter on the other side.

“It’s a perfect time to work on that. Matter of fact, I’m willing to do most of the talking.”

I was already turned on, simply thinking about it. “Uh, how does this work?”

“I want you to strip down naked and get into bed. Put your phone on speaker.”

I could hear him sipping something. “Talk to me while I undress. What are you drinking?”

“Orange juice with breakfast. I’m packed and waiting on the car to take me to the airport. In the meantime, I’m staring out the window, looking out at the city and anxious to get on the plane so I can bury myself deep inside of you all weekend long. Now tell me what you’re doing?”

“I’m stepping out of my thong and climbing into my bed, thinking about seeing you in less than twenty-four hours.”

“Twenty-three hours, thirty-six minutes and fifteen seconds, but who’s counting?”

That certainly made me smile. “I’m all packed. Leaving from the office tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good. Do you have your vibrator in the drawer next to your bed?”

“How do you know that’s where I keep it?”

“It’s a reasonable place.”

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