Page 12 of There Is Also a Dog
The answer is YESSSSS!!!
I’m a naughty girl who doesn’t like Christmas, and I am ready for my spanking, sir.
But then he drags the fingers of that hand through his dark hair, turns his back to me again, and continues screwing the cable to the router.
And that’s that.
“I likeyou, though,” I remind Agnes.
She snorts and grunts and licks her lips at me, wagging the bottom half of her stumpy little body because she barely has a tail.
Because she loves me and we’re soulmates.
Now I feel like a total asshole for changing into a halter top and jogger pants with exposed thong straps and thick, slouchy socks. I mean, I look hot in asuper-chill just hanging out looking hot in your cabin so I can get some work done on Christmas Evekind of way. I have no regrets about that. And this does count as being fully dressed, compared to a camisole and boy shorts. But it’s probably so obvious I want to bone Agnes’s person.
If I’m being dreadfully, horrifyingly honest…I am even more attracted to that person now that he’s here being aloof than I was when he was full-on flirxting with me. And I was really turned on when he was flirxting. I didn’t even need anywhere near a ten-minute vibrator break because I was already right there on the edge. It was such an effective and efficient break, I was able to take three of them back-to-back!
Mitchell sets the router on the floor in the corner, pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the tip of his manicured index finger, and then goes over to the dining table where he left his laptop—without looking at me.
Shit.
My sex positions to-do list is right there on the table next to where he’s sitting. I think the last one I scribbled on there wasAll of the ones in that Polish movie on Netflix with the hot Italian guy who said, “Are you lost, baby girl?”
I give Agnes a big kiss on the top of her big, beautiful, weird head and then saunter on over there. Super casual. Just gonna have a little chat with him and flip that notebook over before he sees it.
I position myself between him and the notebook and place one hand on the table, blocking his view as I surreptitiously close that notebook with my other hand. I slide my hands into the pockets of my jogger pants, and it’s not my fault if that squeezes my boobs together and gives me more cleavage in this halter top—I can’t control my boobs. Not that he’s looking.
“I’m really grateful you were able to bring over yourhardwaretonight.” I find myself saying in what is supposed to be a breathy voice, but it sounds like I have asthma.
“No problem.”
“Looks like your hardware works.”
“No reason it wouldn’t. It’s brand new. This is the same kind I use in my office.”
Wow. He is not picking up what I’m throwing down. Time to send a stronger signal… “I see you’re updating thefirmwareon your lap…top…”Lord help me, I’ve turned into a creepy old man.
“Yes. I’m using the same Wi-Fi password, but it’s still configuring. When I’m done, you’ll have to reset your Wi-Fi preference and add the password again on all of your devices.”
“Got it… So it’s definitely not asoftware issue, then…”
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, staring at the computer. “No. It was clearly just a matter of the old router running its course. It happens.”
I sigh. There is just no reconnecting with this guy. One last shot… “Well, I’m actually having kind of awetwareissue over here…”
That gets his attention.
He pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose and furrows his brow at me. “You know about wetware?”
“Oh, yes. I’m wearing some right now.” I glance down at my general panty area and then back at him, biting my lower lip in case I still haven’t gotten my point across.
He scrunches up his face. “What?Wetware is essentially still only a concept,” he explains. “It’s a fascinating concept, though.” Suddenly, he is animated.
Oh God. He’s giving me a tiny TED Talk. One that has absolutely nothing to do with panties.
“But the term is confusing to most people.”
“It certainly is.”
