Page 67 of Voyeur

Silver Kincade: Did you get them? I didn’t have your home address.

Honor smiled at the text and decided to tease Silver.

Honor Wrenley: Get what?

Silver Kincade: Oh. I told them to call you if they couldn’t deliver them to the office. Did you not get a call? It showed they were delivered when I tracked them just now.

Honor Wrenley: What showed delivered?

Silver Kincade: Flowers. I got you flowers, Honor. I need to call the stupid company and yell at them for not following simple directions.

Honor didn’t want the florist to get yelled at, so she smiled at Silver’s text and typed a response.

Honor Wrenley: They probably didn’t call because an employee was here, and she signed for them. She called me. I’m staring at the roses right now. You didn’t need to get me flowers, Silver.

“It would be easier if you hadn’t,” she said to herself.

Then, her phone rang, and it was Silver.

“Hi,” she said.

“So, you were totally messing with me just now?”

“Yes.” Honor laughed.

“Well, that’s mean, Honor.” Silver laughed, too.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. They’re beautiful, by the way.”

“Yeah? You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I sent them to your work. I know you’re not fully out there, but I figured it was Saturday, so there was a slim chance that someone else would see them anyway. Sorry. It sounds like someone did.”

“She didn’t read the card. She’s an intern, so I think she’d be too scared to do that and not tell me, you know? And there wasn’t anything in the card that gave stuff away.”

“I wrote it, like, five times trying to tell you what I wanted to but make it ambiguous because someone was typing it out, and then, someone else could see it.”

“What were the four other drafts like?”

“The first one said, ‘I loved it when I had your clit in my mouth.’”

“Silver!”

“I’m kidding.” Silver laughed and added, “Just basically what’s there now, I promise.”

“You’re not performing tonight?”

“No. I didn’t last night, either.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Just wasn’t feeling it.”

“You weren’t feeling fucking your friends?”

“No,” Silver said. “I didn’t even do my walk-through last night. I worked in my office the whole time.”

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