Page 16 of David's Chase

She doesn’t answer right away.

I call the motel, and the woman at the front desk answers quickly.

She knows exactly who I am.

“She left about an hour ago,” she says.

“You sure?”

“I talked to her.”

“Okay. Was everything all right?”

“Couldn’t be better,” she says with a smile in her voice.

“Great. Thanks.”

“Thank you,” she says, and we end our conversation.

I call Elizabeth again.

This time I video call her.

She answers my call, but I only get a glimpse of her cheek and then her shoulder and red hair.

“Hi,” she says, her phone bouncing around while she moves her hand. “Give me a second. I just got home.”

My heart races a little as she wrestles with her phone.

“Need some help?”

“No, no. I’m fine. I just need to lock the car.”

I’m on speaker while she slams the door shut, and I glimpse a part of her street.

“Why did you park the car so far from your place?” I ask.

“What?” she asks in the voice of someone who pretends not to know what I’m talking about.

The camera moves at a dizzying speed before she brings it up and flashes a smile at me, a cute twinkle in her eyes.

The camera is too high––I notice––and her face is tipped up to me while my stare slides over her smooth neck, sexy cleavage, and the tips of her shoes.

The woman is on fire as the camera gives me a sultry image captured from above.

She’s full of life and lust for me. And the way she looks at me makes me want to go to her place and spend the weekend there, which I fully know is not possible.

I’ll be flying to New York in a couple of hours.

Giddiness beams in her gaze, and I find myself smiling.

“The car, Elizabeth. Why didn’t you park it in front of your place?”

“Problems,” she says, looking down to hide her grin.

“Care to share?”

“I can’t tell you. It’s my business,” she says with an alluring lightness in her voice, and since she refuses eye contact, I watch her breasts jiggle every time her fuck me heels hit the pavement.

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