Page 60 of The Ground Beneath Our Feet
“Okay, as in you’ll do it?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
For the next few hours, Summer and Trevor fussed over me. I posed on a big bed, lit with soft lighting.
They played all kinds of music. We ordered in lunch. I even ate.
As Summer photographed me, she put me at ease, talking, laughing, and joking. Trevor would step in every once in a while and fix my lipstick or arrange my hair.
And at the end of the time, I walked out feeling like I’d accomplished something major. I’d learned that my body could be shown, not hidden—no matter what its size.
A few days later, in my office, I sat at my large lawyer desk, surrounded by files, going through documents, matching up deed descriptions, and making sure that everything was correct. The fluorescent light overhead buzzed. I’d have to leave a note for maintenance to change it.
Secretaries walked by the open door with papers to sign. I smelled a fresh pot of coffee, even though it was the afternoon.
I was in my head and out of my body, paying attention to the work.
My phone vibrated, and I picked it up, seeing a text from Mikey. Just seeing his name on my phone made me feel a quivering in my stomach and a sensation between my legs.
God, talk about zero to turned on in six seconds. Him. I wanted him.
You busy?
Smiling at my phone, I wondered what I could write. Was I busy? I was working. But still riding the high from my sexy pictures, I found myself typing,Wish I could get busy.
Then I stared at my phone, debating with myself whether I should send the text. I had no practice in flirting. I started to delete it, to backspace it, and then thought no. Fuck it. Mikey had me swearing now. And I could be bold.
And really say what I meant. He encouraged that.
Send.
With touchscreen phones, there was no drama about sending something. No click, no ping, no trumpets blaring. Just my heart pounding so fast and anohshitohshitohshit I just sent itpanic coursing through me.
Ohshitohshitohshit
Then nothing.
I lit up the screen on my phone.
Nothing.
I was so stupid. Such a fool. I was being way too bold. I should never have sent that. Now he’s gonna think—
My phone lit up.
LOL
Was I being funny? I didn’t know. I’d hoped he’d take it that way, I guess.
Actually, I didn’t have any clue how I wanted him to take it. After a pause, another text arrived.
Get your boudoir shots yet? I need my spank bank pic.
Immediately, I typed back, heart in my throat, eyes wide open, wanting to shout it and yet needing to whisper,Here you go.
And I sent him a thumbnail image of me on my back, legs up to the side, hair spread out, pouting at the camera.
A full five minutes lazed by. Five minutes during which time I typed on my computer and pretended to not be waiting for my phone to sound. Five minutes in which I wanted to go down the hall and go to the bathroom, but I didn’t, because I didn’t want to miss anything on my phone. Why was it taking him so long? Why was it not vibrating?
