Page 5 of Gina's Fantasy

Chapter Three

For the next three days, Flynn carried Gina’s recorder in his left front pocket. Every time he put his hands in his pockets, he found himself fondling the small rectangular bit of electronics that held his brave, bold, generous Gina’s dreams.

Each time he did, his cock would twitch with interest, and he found himself smiling as he mentally planned how to make his sweet woman’s fantasy come true with a few added twists of his own. Her fantasy was good, but it did not go nearly far enough to make him happy.

He found himself picking up his phone to call her at least a dozen times each day. Several times, he even went so far as to pull up her number but stopped with his thumb hovering over the “send” button before hitting the “end” button instead. This was not something they could be talk out over the phone. This required a face-to-face discussion.

Or better yet, he could skip the talking and move straight to action, which was much more his style. He knew what had to be done, had planned and tweaked and envisioned it enough times that he knew every move he wanted to make. All it would take would be for Gina to place her trust in his care.

Looking over his work schedule for the next two days, he decided there was no time like the present to put the plan into motion. His roommate was gone for the next week, and though his wood-working workload was heavier than usual due to Christmas orders coming in earlier this year, he needed to see her.

Maybe Gina could help.

Or maybe, she would be happy to sit in the corner of his workroom and do her own work. Watching her create one of her smoking hot stories had been a long-held fantasy of his. When their work was finished, they could play.

“Sounds like you’ve got a plan,” he assured himself, silently praying that Gina had not yet given up on him.

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Gina jumped, as she always did when her cellphone sang out too early the next morning. It took only a few notes for her to recognize the ring tone as the one she had assigned solely to Flynn’s number.

Her heart pounding fast, she clicked the “accept” button before lifting it to her ear. “Hello?” Her greeting was tentative since after three days without hearing from him, she had herself convinced that she would never hear from him again.

“Whatcha got planned for today?” he asked.

He did not sound angry or freaked out, as she had expected. In fact, he sounded wide-awake and upbeat, just like his normal self.

“Not much, just doing laundry and some writing,” she replied, wondering where this conversation was heading.

Did he want to stop by and break things off in person? Or did he have something else in mind?

“Can you wait until tomorrow to do laundry?”

“I guess so.”

“Will you be able to write without being in your office?”

His questions made her heart take a leap and begin to beat a little faster even as she frowned in confusion. Early mornings were not her best time and since she did not drink coffee, she was only half through her first soda for the day. It usually took at least a full can of caffeine before she could make intelligent conversation.

“I have to copy the file onto my tablet, but I can write pretty much anywhere. Why?” She could not stop herself from asking, though she had an inkling he was responding to her recording not with words but actions.

“Do that. And dress in something warm and comfy, with maybe something silky and sexy underneath. I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” he said, not answering her question before hanging up.

Looking down at herself, Gina pulled a face. She had yet to get her shower and to dress. Flynn would be here long before she would be ready to go. After unlocking the front door, she pulled off her nightshirt and panties as she headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

She could not help but smile in anticipation as she guessed that Flynn was finally going to let her into his life.

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