locks. Once she’s done, that too drops to the floor and she begins rummaging through her clothes.
“So what did you do today, babe?” I ask her, leaning against the frame, my eyes dancing over her.
“Nothing,” she admits with a yawn. “I woke up about twenty minutes before I called you, came to visit you at your office, came back here, took a shower, dyed my hair and fell asleep on the couch. Aside from fucking you on your lunch break, it was very boring,” she says, throwing me a wink as she yanks a short skirt from a hanger and pulls it up her legs. “Are we going anywhere else after dinner?”
“Do you want to go anywhere else after dinner?”
“Not really.”
“Then we aren’t going anywhere after dinner.”
“Perfect,” she smiles, pulling a tight red T-shirt over her bare chest and slipping on her Toms. “I’ll be ready in like ten minutes then.”
“Okay,” I say, holding her eyes and leaning in to kiss her. “Be right back.”
After grabbing a pair of jeans and a black v-neck, I pull my boots on and head back in her direction. When I find her, she’s perched in the chair at her vanity, one leg bent in the seat, unintentionally flashing me and causing my mouth to go dry as she whistles along to the radio, blow drying her hair.
When she sees where my eyes are resting, she smirks and throws me a wink before turning her attention back to the mirror.
Maybe it’s not as unintentional as I thought .
Setting down the dryer, she quickly sweeps a makeup brush over her skin, applies mascara and lip gloss and turns to face me.
“Alright, I’m pretty now,” she jokes as she shuts the lamp off and stands. “Let’s go see Richie.”
“You’re always gorgeous. You don’t need all that shit on your face to be pretty.” I tell her, hooking my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me. “Come here. I got you something today.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes lighting up and making me smile.
“Mhmm,” I nod, gently pushing her hair to one shoulder as I clasp the dainty gold chain around her neck.
When she lifts the charms with our initials now dangling from her neck into her hand, she remains quiet.
“Thanks baby,” she says, blush uncharacteristically creeping into her cheeks. “I love it.”
“You’re welcome,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her hair. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispers.
She runs her thumb over the charms quietly, not acting herself at all.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” she says, her eyes finally moving up to meet my gaze. “I’m glad it’s Friday, though. I’ve been anxious all day,” she admits.
“Why?”
Her eyes move down to my chest as she bites on her lip nervously and shrugs.
“I don’t know,” she says quietly.
“Bullshit,” I say softly. “Tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” she starts, letting out a long sigh. “I’m just used to having an outlet whenever I want. I’m not used to having to behave myself for such a long part of the day. You told me not to touch myself and then I didn’t see you for seven hours. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I went seven hours with nothing ?”
“Jesus, baby! How much do you masturbate?”
“Way too much to go seven hours with nothing,” she admits. “We’re gonna have to reassess these rules of yours if you don’t want me going crazy.”
“You’re callin’ the shots already, huh?” I ask, amusement creeping all over my face.
“For this? Yes.”
“Alright brat,” I sigh, holding her gaze. “You ready?”
“Yes,” she nods, taking my hand as I lead her to my car.
CHAPTER THREE
The Anxious
“Can you make the block before you pull in?” she whispers in a shaky voice as we get closer to the diner.
“Yeah,” I agree, taking in her nervous fidgeting.
I’d felt the anxiety rolling off of her the whole way over and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Callie Leveaux never gets nervous, but right now, she’s a
“So what did you do today, babe?” I ask her, leaning against the frame, my eyes dancing over her.
“Nothing,” she admits with a yawn. “I woke up about twenty minutes before I called you, came to visit you at your office, came back here, took a shower, dyed my hair and fell asleep on the couch. Aside from fucking you on your lunch break, it was very boring,” she says, throwing me a wink as she yanks a short skirt from a hanger and pulls it up her legs. “Are we going anywhere else after dinner?”
“Do you want to go anywhere else after dinner?”
“Not really.”
“Then we aren’t going anywhere after dinner.”
“Perfect,” she smiles, pulling a tight red T-shirt over her bare chest and slipping on her Toms. “I’ll be ready in like ten minutes then.”
“Okay,” I say, holding her eyes and leaning in to kiss her. “Be right back.”
After grabbing a pair of jeans and a black v-neck, I pull my boots on and head back in her direction. When I find her, she’s perched in the chair at her vanity, one leg bent in the seat, unintentionally flashing me and causing my mouth to go dry as she whistles along to the radio, blow drying her hair.
When she sees where my eyes are resting, she smirks and throws me a wink before turning her attention back to the mirror.
Maybe it’s not as unintentional as I thought .
Setting down the dryer, she quickly sweeps a makeup brush over her skin, applies mascara and lip gloss and turns to face me.
“Alright, I’m pretty now,” she jokes as she shuts the lamp off and stands. “Let’s go see Richie.”
“You’re always gorgeous. You don’t need all that shit on your face to be pretty.” I tell her, hooking my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me. “Come here. I got you something today.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes lighting up and making me smile.
“Mhmm,” I nod, gently pushing her hair to one shoulder as I clasp the dainty gold chain around her neck.
When she lifts the charms with our initials now dangling from her neck into her hand, she remains quiet.
“Thanks baby,” she says, blush uncharacteristically creeping into her cheeks. “I love it.”
“You’re welcome,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her hair. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispers.
She runs her thumb over the charms quietly, not acting herself at all.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” she says, her eyes finally moving up to meet my gaze. “I’m glad it’s Friday, though. I’ve been anxious all day,” she admits.
“Why?”
Her eyes move down to my chest as she bites on her lip nervously and shrugs.
“I don’t know,” she says quietly.
“Bullshit,” I say softly. “Tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” she starts, letting out a long sigh. “I’m just used to having an outlet whenever I want. I’m not used to having to behave myself for such a long part of the day. You told me not to touch myself and then I didn’t see you for seven hours. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I went seven hours with nothing ?”
“Jesus, baby! How much do you masturbate?”
“Way too much to go seven hours with nothing,” she admits. “We’re gonna have to reassess these rules of yours if you don’t want me going crazy.”
“You’re callin’ the shots already, huh?” I ask, amusement creeping all over my face.
“For this? Yes.”
“Alright brat,” I sigh, holding her gaze. “You ready?”
“Yes,” she nods, taking my hand as I lead her to my car.
CHAPTER THREE
The Anxious
“Can you make the block before you pull in?” she whispers in a shaky voice as we get closer to the diner.
“Yeah,” I agree, taking in her nervous fidgeting.
I’d felt the anxiety rolling off of her the whole way over and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Callie Leveaux never gets nervous, but right now, she’s a
Similar Books
Once a Pirate (Mystical Realm Series Book 1)
Sarah Snyder
What Stays in Vegas
Adam Tanner
The 13th Prophecy
H.M. Ward
The Last Cut
Michael Pearce
Lucky 13
Rachael Brownell
Bravo two zero
Andy McNab
Expectant Father
Melinda Curtis
In the Heat of the Bite
Lydia Dare
Community Service
Dusty Miller