Page 58 of Mensa's Match

I had to stop thinking about this. Overthinking it wouldn’t help one bit. I grabbed my nightie and fresh underwear and hit the bathroom for a shower.

As soon as I had donned my nightie and stepped out of the bathroom, my cell rang.

I grabbed it off the charger, Mensa’s name on the display.

“Hey, Mensa.”

“Sounds like you made it to your place.”

“I did. Are you at the clubhouse or still dealing with club business?”

His voice lowered an octave. “I’m at the clubhouse, in my room, on my bed, and wishing you were here.”

My eyes slid to the side. “That was rather precise.”

“Where are you right now? Your living room? Guest bedroom, packing boxes?”

“I’m in my bedroom.”

“Are you packing a box right now?”

“No. I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago.”

His hum sounded appreciative. “What are you wearing?”

“My nightie.”

“Take off your panties.”

“What? You’re joking.”

His tone turned authoritative. “Take off your panties, Blume.” He paused. “Now.”

The way he said ‘Now,’ sent a jolt of heat straight to my vagina.

I chuckled. “Mensa. We’re not having phone sex.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t do it for me.”

He chuckled. “Baby, that just means you aren’t doing it with the right person.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really. Think about it… if you take the phone out of it, it’s just sex. If sex doesn’t do it for you… then, doesn’t it stand to reason you’re having sex with the wrong person?”

I laughed. “Your logic seems sound, but there’s something to be said for physical chemistry between me and the other person.”

“You’re right, but considering our chemistry… give me a shot. Wanna know what I’m wearing?”

For some reason, I decided to play along. “What are you wearing?”

“A smile, and that’s it.”

My head tilted. “That’s all? You’re naked?”

“Yeah. Really wish my woman was here to take care of me.”

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