Page 63 of Second Time Around
Will’s name showed on the display and a thrill of anticipation quivered in her chest. She closed her eyes to fight it down. Petra’s words pinged around in her brain, but they couldn’t quell the exhilaration that frothed through her from just seeing Will’s ID on her phone. She looked down at the screen.
At my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near. What time will you be done with your duties at Stratus?
Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress.” She loved that poem and knew it by heart. It was funny, passionate, and amazingly powerful. She typed,Patience! An hundred years should go to praise thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze. Will finish up in an hour.
She’d get Cleo and Bastian to take any lingering customers. She’d often done it for them when they had dates. She didn’t want to miss any time with Will, since Petra had reminded her that it would be limited.
His text came back at light speed.I look forward to spending two hundred to adore each breast. For, lady, you deserve this state, nor would I love at lower rate. But now let us sport us while we may, like amorous birds of prey.
She laughed at his mash-up of the lines, even as the irony of them struck her.I always had a problem with that vulture image...sharp beaks tearing at bare flesh and all that. Kind of gory. Have to go back to work.
As she walked up the stairs, another text pinged.One hour. I’ll be waiting.
Heat flashed through her like a lightning strike at the image of Will, all the muscled length and breadth and power of him, waiting forher.
