Page 30 of Hard Rock Heat
"That'sgood."
"Are you worried about him?" Hope soundedsuspicious.
"He's a client now," I hedged. "I need to make sure nothing's going on that might jeopardize theevent."
"I see," she drawled, not sounding convinced. "If I hear anything, I'll let youknow."
After saying our goodbyes, I went back to my work. If Ian didn't notice anything wrong, whatever had bothered Damon couldn't have been toobad.
Still, I couldn't get the look on his face out of myhead.
It was getting close to the end of the day. Most everyone in the office had already packed up and were getting ready to leave. A few of us always stayed late, either to work, or just to avoid the rush hour traffic. For me it was a bit of both. There was always some sort of work to do, so why not stay late and avoid being stuck in my car for an extrahour?
I'd just finished writing one last email for the day when my phone pinged. It wasn't the sound of a new email being received. It was the new text message sound. My heart did a little skip and jump as I almost rushed to pick it up. I told myself to calm down. I made myself hit send on the last email, shut down my laptop and pack up my bag before checking thephone.
A slight wave of relief washed over me when I saw it was Damon. Then my cheeks burned as I saw hismessage.
You ready for another hot sexting session?itread.
I'm at work, Ireplied.
That's not ano.
I snorted.I already proved to you I can sext. Why would I do itagain?
Cause it was hot as fuck and you can't denyit.
He was right. I couldn't. I changed the subjectinstead.
Is everything okay now?Iasked.
Sure, why wouldn't itbe?
I wanted to bring up the phone call, but if Damon didn't want to talk about it, I wouldn't pry. It wasn't myplace.
So you're still at work?he asked.Why don't you go lock the door to your office and we get thisstarted.
I had to laugh.You're determined to get me talking dirty, aren'tyou?
Doesn't have to be talk,he wroteback.
Are you going to send me a dick pic or something?Iasked.
Do you want one?heasked.
And what makes you think I'll find a picture of that arousing?I wroteback.
Why don't I show you and we find out?hecountered.
Go on then, try to impress me,I wrote, trying to convey my snark throughtext.
My phone went silent for a few moments, before it pinged again. This time, there was no message. Instead, it was aphoto.
A photo of Damon'shand.
A photo of Damon's hand wrapped around himself, hard and stiff, the tip just peeking through hisfingers.
My breath caught. A hot flush went throughme.
