Page 70 of Just Like This
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cami
To:[emailprotected]
From:[emailprotected]
Subject: Tonight.
Log into Skype tonight at 8 pm your time. Wear the contents of the package you received today.
You’re mine.
Love, G.
* * *
I was practicallygiddy readingthat email. And then once his surprise was delivered, I was over the moon. For the entire day, I was on cloud nine, and I even decided to treat myself to a rare blowout because I wanted to feel beautiful and sexy. An hour before the scheduled time, I opened the box that arrived earlier in the day. Inside was a delicate white lace dress with thin straps. I slipped it on and studied myself in the mirror. The bodice had a deep V-neck that revealed a generous amount of cleavage, and my normally wild curls were smooth and glossy.
At 7:55, I logged onto Skype, eager to be ready for our virtual date. While I waited for Garrett, I wondered what kind of favors he owed for this and to whom.
When the call box popped up, I grew nervous, and my hands started to shake. I quickly pressed the “connect” button and waited for his face to appear on my screen.
I nearly fell out of my chair. If it was possible, Garrett was even more handsome. His hair was a little longer on top and messy, and his beard was a little fuller. He wore an olive green T-shirt that stretched tightly across his chest, and I couldn’t help licking my lips. The minute he saw me, a smile stretched across his face.
“Hey, baby,” he said. His voice sounded a little tinny, but it didn’t matter because he arranged all of this just for me.
“Hey, good looking.” I reached up and lightly traced his face with my fingers. He mimicked my movement and touched his fingers to the screen.
“Well, I can see the dress fits. Damn,” he growled.
“Thank you so much. I love it.”
“When I can, I’ll do my best to surprise you. How are you doing?”
“Better, now.” He gave me a look that demanded nothing but the complete truth. “I’m tired. I only get a few hours of sleep each night because I’m so worried about my dad.”
“How is he doing?” Garrett leaned forward in his chair, and all I wanted to do was reach out, grab his face, and kiss him hard.
“It’s rough right now. He’s battling an infection. He’s responding to treatment, but his doctor said that if he contracts another one, he might not survive. The house is so sterile. It’s like walking into a bubble.”
“I’m sorry that I’m not there with you, baby.”
“This helps.”
“Your hair is different.” Automatically, I reached up and tugged on a few strands.
“Do you like it?” I asked shyly.
“I don’t know. I like it wild, so I can run my hands through it.” He studied me for a few seconds before a hungry look transformed his face. “But I kind of like this look. You look like a good girl hiding the bad.”
“Well, I definitely can be bad.” I reached up and slipped a hand underneath the bodice of my dress to cup one of my breasts. I bit down on my lip and looked up at the screen through hooded eyes.
“Fuck, Cami.” Garrett sat back in his chair, spreading his legs wide. His hand slid to his crotch and cupped it. He tugged at his cock lightly. “I miss you so much. All I can think about is having you under me. Even though I’m halfway around the world, I still smell jasmine whenever I think about you, and it gets me hard.”
“Have you taken matters into your own hand?”
Garrett nodded. “Every time I shower, baby. I picture your gorgeous lips wrapped around my dick, and then I imagine the tight, wet heat of your pussy.”
