Page 83 of West Bound

“So how’s it going, Harv? Aside from dealing with idiots.”

“Not too bad kiddo.” He pops a few candies in his mouth and chews like he’s cutting through tar. “How about yourself? That new boy toy of yours still hanging around?”

I roll my eyes at his smirk. He knows all about my personal dating habits and he too was shocked into speechlessness when I told him that Phoenix and I were a couple.

“Yes, he’s still around. And who are you to talk about boy toys? You are the original around here with your young man. How is the second Mr. Harvey? He still a pampered housewife?”

He tosses a candy and pings me in the forehead. The candy lands in my lap and I pick it up and eat it with the rest.

“I take that as a yes.”

“Is there something you needed or did you come in here solely to annoy me?” He rests his chin in his hands and stares at me with a bored expression.

My phone begins to buzz in my pocket and I just know Phoenix got my text. And before I can speak, it buzzes again..and again…and again.

“You need to get that? Seems like someone is trying to get a hold of you.” Harvey’s eyes point at my pocket where my still buzzing phone sits.

I wave my hand out in front of my face. “It’s probably a group text with the girls. You know how they get. Anyway,” I say and stand up. “I need to get back to work. I can’t sit around shootin’ the shit with you all day, Harv. Geez. Bye, love you.”

I speed out of his office and hear him mumble, “motherfucking heart attack.” I’m assuming the first part of his sentence had to do with me.

When I make it back to my desk and take my phone out of my pocket, I’m shocked to see six text messages. All from Phoenix.

Phoenix: Peaches! Holy fuck!

Phoenix: OMGod I want to bite that ass.

Phoenix: Booking a flight home. I need to fuck you right now. Can’t want 2 more days.

Phoenix: Fuck Vivian. I am so hard right now picturing you on your hands and knees getting ready to take my dick.

Phoenix: I’m going to stick my cock so far down that slender throat of yours.

Phoenix: You wet, baby? Stick your fingers in my pussy and show me.

By the time I’m done reading the last text, I am wet. Soaked. And if it weren’t for the fact that it would look suspicious if I headed off to the restroom again, I would do exactly as he’s told me.

Phoenix: I said show me Vivian.

“Oh…my…lanta.” The picture that comes through has me squeezing my thighs.

Staring at me from my screen is the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes on, his ball cap pulled low and his eyes almost black with intensity. He doesn’t have to be standing next to me for me to hear the bite in his tone for not having obeyed his command.

He looks like he’s sitting in the back of a car and I imagine him fisting his dick while he looks at the pictures I sent him.

I type out a quick response that I know will have his hand itching to tan my back porch red.

Me: Sorry, Nixy. Can’t. I’m back at my desk. And you owe me a better picture than a growly face.

I set my phone aside and get to working on a few reports about the looming playoffs and the Wranglers toughest competition. I get lost in my work, not paying attention to the noises around me as I am so good at blocking them out, that it’s only when my phone begins to ring that I stop.

I check the time and see that I’ve been buried in my work for an hour. I flip my phone over and see the caller id and wince. It’s Phoenix and I know I’m in trouble.

“H-hello,” I answer, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Vivian. I told you to do something and you ignored me,” he growls, his voice low and menacing.

“I’m at work. I was lucky to get away to send you the pictures that I did. Which, by the way, I only got one grumpy face picture in return.” I prop my phone between my shoulder and jaw and go back to finishing my story.

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