Page 42 of Dear Mr. Brody

“Oh, I wanted to tell you, my assistant… totally hot and single.”

“Andrew?”

“Yup.” He grinned and took a sip of his beer. “And he’s bi.”

“Huh… he seems kind of cold, though.”

“Don’t be mean… He’s just quiet. He’s got the whole tall, dark, and mysterious thing going for him.” Wilder set his beer down and pulled out his phone. “If you want, I’ll give you his number.”

“What? No… I… I like this guy I’m talking to. I want to see how it goes.”

It might’ve been naïve for me to think Michael wasn’t seeing other people, but I’d already given him one of my firsts. I wanted to give him more. If he turned out to be the good guy I’d hoped for, I’d give him everything.

I set my keys and wallet on the kitchen counter and started to unbutton my shirt. It was later than I had anticipated, but once I’d started talking about Wilder’s new book and market strategy, we’d lost track of time. Marcos and his friends had already left by the time we finished up, sparing me from an uncomfortable goodbye. In my laundry room, I slipped out of my shirt and grabbed my phone out of my pants pocket before throwing everything I had on into the washing machine. I’d meant to start a small load this morning but hadn’t gotten around to it. I shut the lid and pressed start, the low hum of the machine gave me an odd, domestic satisfaction. Naked, I walked back to my bathroom and turned on the shower. After I’d left the restaurant, I’d sent Michael a text telling him I was on my way home, but when I opened the message thread, there was no reply.

I stared at my reflection as an explicit idea crossed my mind. The thought alone had me half hard already. Stroking a hand down the length of my cock, my heart hammered in my chest. Emboldened by all the dirty things Michael had said to me on Monday night, I lifted my phone, angling it in a way I was able to hide my face, and snapped a few pictures. I scrolled through the shots and swallowed, my eagerness facing off with my indecision. Each picture offered a full view of my body from my chest down to my feet against the tile floor. The head of my dick was on full display with my fingers firmly gripped around my shaft. I deleted all but one, and my hand shook as I attached it to a message.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I can’t believe I’m sending you this. But after Monday I think you earned it.

I hit send, and an immediate wave of nausea crashed around in the pit of my stomach. Leaving my phone on the counter, I got in the shower, too anxious to wait for a reply. I took my time, letting the hot water untie my nerves, and by the time I was finished, the whole room was covered in a blanket of humidity. I definitely did not look at my phone while I dried off, or after I’d gotten dressed, and not once or twice while I brushed my teeth. The damn thing sat on the counter, a beacon of vulnerability. Michael had made all the first moves. He’d set and pushed the boundaries. What if I fucked up? What if I’d pushed one step too far and made a fool of myself?

After a good five-minute panic attack, I picked up my phone and headed into my room. In bed, I glared at the black screen, willing myself to unlock it. Worst case he blocked me. It had only been a week. It wasn’t like I couldn’t try again or meet someone else. I could chalk up these past seven days as experience gained and move on. I held on to my false bravado and swiped a thumb across the screen.

@TheL0stB0y:Fuck, you’re perfect.

I read his message with a surprising ache in my throat, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth, containing my overwhelming smile.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I’m still in shock I actually sent it.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I thought you might block me.

@TheL0stB0y:Hell no. Look what you do to me.

A picture came through, and holy shit, he was stunning.

He must’ve been in bed. The angle of his shot was different, but showed every single line, every sculpted muscle of his chest and stomach, beyond the soft looking patch of hair down to his thick cock, the tip glistening with pre-come. My mouth watered, dying to know what it would be like to have him, to run my tongue along the veins, to have his hand on the back of my neck while I tasted him for the first time.

@MeAndMyShadow33:You give me confidence I’ve never had before.

Another picture loaded. This one a blurry shot of his hand grasping the base of his dick.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I wish that was my hand. I wish I could touch you.

@TheL0stB0y:You can. All you have to do is ask.

I wasn’t sure if he meant for real, or if we were playing the game again. Either way I was okay with it. If I wanted to do this, if I wanted to dive into my sexuality, I had to be the one to take the leap.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I want you.

@TheL0stB0y:You have me.

Reaching under the wide waistband of my briefs, I shuddered at the heat of my fingers over my sensitive skin and snapped another shot for him.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I want you in my bed. Your hands on my body. Not pictures. I want you. I want the real thing.

@TheL0stB0y:When?

@MeAndMyShadow33:Does Friday work?

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