Chapter 7 #4
“Oh, I’m not going to be a freeloader. I’ll pay you back . . . somehow.” I wink, and he quickly looks away as he picks up his fork and knife, ready to eat. “How was the trip? Do anything fun? We already know that you didn’t do anybody fun, but perhaps you did something else while you were away?”
He shakes his head. “Just hockey.”
“Not even a fun meal with the guys?”
He shakes his head again as he opens his container and stabs one of his potatoes with a fork rather aggressively. “All the guys went straight to their rooms. OC met up with a friend, so I was kind of on my own.”
“What were the guys doing in their rooms?”
“Calling their girls.”
“Oh,” I say as I pop open my steak salad. “Like frisky FaceTimes?”
“Pretty much,” he says on a sigh, then cuts into his steak, which cuts like butter.
“You say that as if it makes you sad. Do you wish you were FaceTiming someone?”
He looks over at me and says, “Sometimes, yeah.”
“Well, you can always FaceTime me,” I say. And then for the hell of it, I shimmy at him and say, “I could make it fun for you.”
He glances down at my bouncing breasts and then back at his steak. “You sure as hell could.”
“Ooo, I take that as you’re interested. You know, topless FaceTimes will come at a surcharge, but I’ll make it worth it.” I joke around, but from the tension in his shoulders, he’s anything but in a joking mood, which means I’m doing my job.
Not so fun being played around with, is it, Levi?
When he makes no attempt at a comment, I say, “Well, if interested, we can add it to my duties. Shimmy for boss. I actually have some pretty great lingerie. I have this one set that ties together like a bow in the front. With one tug, it’s hello breasts.”
The grip on his fork tightens as he says, “Yeah, we’re not crossing that line, remember?”
“I know, but just putting it out there, though.” I run my hand over his back.
“You seem so tense, like you need someone to loosen you up. I can’t have my boss unhappy.
” I run my hands over his shoulders. “Ooo, you’re really tense.
Everything is all bunched up here. Do you need me to massage you?
Because I can. I used to give out massages all the time in college. ”
“What kind of massages?” he asks when he glances my way.
“All kinds . . .” I wiggle my brows. “Obviously not for money, but the few guys I dated loved my hand?—”
He bounds out of his chair, startling me back as he grips his forehead in distress. He turns in a few circles, almost confused as to what he should do next. After a few seconds, he says, “You know, maybe we should change the subject.”
“Oh, why? Did I say something bad?” I act innocent even though I’m the furthest thing from it.
“No . . . I mean, yes . . . ugh, not really.” He pinches his brow. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m just distracted.”
“Anything I can help you get off your mind?” I say as I puff my chest out just a touch more.
His eyes take the bait, and I catch him wet his lips right before he starts shaking his head, almost as if he needs to convince himself. “No. Nope. Nothing you can do. I can, uh, I can handle it myself.”
“Why are you so jittery?” I ask.
“Because.” He pushes his hand through his hair. “Just . . . fuck, I wasn’t expecting you to be here when I got home, so I’m a little jumpy is all.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I can leave.” I stand from my chair. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You’re not. You’re fine.” He mumbles. “Fuck, you’re so fine.
” He drags both hands over his face, and I can see the strain in his body.
I can see his will coming close to snapping.
When his eyes open again, they land on my breasts, and I know my nipples are hard because I’m turned on.
Turned on from having this much control over a man.
I’ve barely done anything, and he’s squirming.
There’s something so empowering about that.
“Well, how about I just take my salad and give you some space. I’ll be back in an hour to change the laundry.”
“I can do that,” he says quickly. “I can change it out.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind coming back.”
He shakes his head. “Just take the night off. You’ve done a lot.”
“Okay, if you insist.” I start to gather my dinner when I remember the book.
“Oh, almost forgot.” I walk over to his living room and pull the bound book I made of Vermont for him.
“Here’s everything typed up and put in Arial font.
I added some pictures just to make it interesting for you. I hope you enjoy it.”
He stares down at the book, dumbfounded, then back at me. “You put it in binding?”
“I’m efficient, Levi,” I say as I poke his chest. “Ooo, that’s strong.
I probably shouldn’t say this, but you have an amazing body.
I noticed when I took your sweatshirt off.
Too bad for the girls who missed out the other night, right?
Oh, by the way, if you want, I can handle any type of dating profile you want to put together.
I can swipe left or right for you, choose girls I think you might like. ”
“Yeah, not interested in dating at the moment.”
“Right,” I say, booping him on the nose. “Only fucking. Well, I can put that in the profile. Looking for one-night stands.”
Once again, he shakes his head. “Not necessary.”
“Okay, well, the option is there. Now I’m going to take my salad back to my room, despite not liking eating in there. I’ve been working on a design for a contest. Have you ever heard of Patty Ford?”
His eyes widen a little as his cheeks flush.
Oh, he so looked her up. I like that he did.
My only question is, did he get off to her?
I hope so . . . because I know I did.
“Uh, no, who is she?”
Such a liar. Adorable.
“An erotic entertainer. And I know what you’re thinking, that’s a fancy way to say porn star, but she doesn’t do it with other people.
She is more about trying to have a one-on-one experience with the fans.
Sort of like an OnlyFans account, but she’s designed her own website so she takes all the money.
Brilliant if you ask me. Well, she’s looking for a new logo, and I decided to enter the contest. I’ve been working on some designs and want to finalize them tonight.
Studying her has been fun. There’s something about her that just gets me so hot. ”
His cheeks redden even more. “Uh, really?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah. I must have gotten off three times already just working on this logo.”
He pulls on his neck, the strain in his chest and forearms evident. “Cool, yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll check her out.”
“You should. There’s this one video where she tells you what to do, could be for a man or woman.
And as she talks to you, she starts stripping.
Oh my God, it’s so hot. A must watch. I was throbbing by the time I allowed my fingers to finish myself off.
” I smile brightly at his tortured expression.
“All right, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything, oh .
. . before I leave, are you going to need bagels tonight that you won’t be eating? ”
He slowly shakes his head. “No. I think I’m good.”
“Great. Okay, have a good night.”
And with that, I’m out of his apartment feeling fully satisfied with myself.