Page 12 of Seductive Scoundrel

I grab a bag of sour cream and onion chips and a Diet Coke from the mini-kitchen, and then pull my makeshift desk over to the futon and start crunching numbers.

Another Diet Coke, five double stuffed Oreos, a carrot – because I’m trying to eat healthier – and three hours later, the report is almost done.

“Give me a freakin’ break, GI Jane,” I mutter to my phone as it diligently dings. She’s been texting all night, pushing me to go faster.

I finish loading the files as my phone dings – again.

“For fuck’s sake, it’s coming!” I smash the send button on my computer and then pick up the demon-possessed rectangle.

My fingers itch to tell her to fuck off even though it’s a bit of a career-limiting move, except the text isn’t from her. It’s from Mr. Big Dick.

My heart starts to thump and adrenaline drives the exhaustion from my body.

Dean: You still up? Maybe waiting for me?

Mia: I’m up. Never said I was waiting though.

Dean: Good. And you are waiting, we both know it. Is that because you can’t stop fantasizing about what I’m going to do to you?

Mia: Keep dreaming. I just finished work.

And I haven’t stopped thinking about you since your dick magically appeared on my phone. Too bad I wasn’t the girl at that party. Her life is obviously more exciting than mine.

Dean: Me too. You upped the ante.

Mia: You got my gift.

Dean: I did and can’t wait to try them out with you. Very unexpected, but very appreciated. You keep surprising me, Mia.

Mia: I can be adventurous with the right man.

Dean: Trust me, I am the right man to make all your sexual fantasies come true. The only man. Once you have me, you won’t want anyone else. Let me send a car so we can get started tonight. It will be fun to prove it to you.

Panic rushes through me. I’m a complete mess. My hair is knotted on top of my head, most of my makeup rubbed off hours ago, and I’m only wearing a pair of cotton panties with a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt. There’s no way Mr. Big Dick is going to see me like this.

Mia: Easy, cowboy. It’s been a long day for both of us. You’ll see me on Saturday.

Dean: Saturday is a long way away, especially when you sent me such a nice gift.

A picture of Mr. Big Dick’s, well, dick, pops up on the screen. The photo shows the bottom of his rippling abs, and one hand wrapped tightly around that deliciously hard cock, the head already glistening with precum.

My stomach tightens and my pussy throbs just thinking about what it will feel like inside me.

God, I want it. I want him.

Mia: As tempting as you are, I’ll see you Saturday. I want my $100 ice cream.

I somehow manage to type my rejection, although my hormones are begging me to let him do all sorts of dirty things to me – right now.

Dean: You don’t know what you’re missing.

Mia: I’ll know soon enough.

Unless I chicken out and decide to skip dessert – and I’m not talking ice cream.

Dean: Fine. But you still owe me something tonight.

Mia: You want to see how wet my pussy is for you?

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