Chapter 21
ABIGAIL
The highlight of this fine Monday morning was that the internet was on, and I could start shopping online. Whoopee!
Researching online was a big deal because, after checking the local sewing shop, I found that most of the fabric I”d like to use to restore my furniture was only offered at high-end textile outlets. So, shopping online it was. The woman at the store recommended a furniture restoration company a few towns over, though I”d have to schedule that visit much later. I wasn”t prepared to hear the astronomical price they would quote me and the even more dejected feeling of not being able to afford it. Money was tight, and there were more pressing projects to complete first.
I had four bedrooms to clean from ceiling to floor before I could consider anyone viewing my home. I”d been weighing the pros and cons of having the carpets professionally cleaned, but Elias felt the house deserved to have all the floors refinished. See? There he was again! Infiltrating my head, my heart, and my pocketbook. I suppose I should get a quote for that, too. I didn”t know about prices and what was involved with each project. All I saw was me moving chairs, couches, and everything out to the front lawn while the work was completed. I mean, I had a garage, but there were probably mice in there, and you know how I hate those. That was Elias’ department. But what if he didn”t come back? Then, I”d never get to use my garage, so the floors wouldn”t get refinished, and I would never have anyone over.
It was time to revisit my original plan. Micah would help evaluate the stuff I would get rid of, but I needed a professional to help with the rest. I knew one person who wouldn”t take advantage of a young woman, but he lived several states away.
”Hello, Mr. Brickner. It”s Abigail. How are you today?” I”ve learned to be a professional on the phone to compensate for my high-pitched voice, which resembles that of a prepubescent boy.
”Why, hello, Abigail. To what do I owe the honor?” I loved it when he spoke like that.
”I want to get a list of all the antique furniture in my house and how much they are worth. I”m cleaning out a ton of clutter and would kick myself if I threw away something of value.”
”That”s a very wise decision, dear. I think you”ll find a comprehensive list of everything of value in the house in that packet of information. There is no need to hire anyone since this valuation occurred less than three years ago.”
”Oh.” Did I bother to look through that envelope? ”Great. I”ll take a closer look at that packet today. Thanks, Mr. B. Also, do you think restoring all the hardwood floors is a better investment than cleaning the carpets?” Why not get the most bang for my call and ask?
I heard him breathing and making pondering sounds. I guess this was a big decision after all.
”Abigail. When choosing where to spend your money, always consider resale benefits. Would you get more money for a historic home with refurbished floors or old, unfashionable carpet? I think you know the answer to that one, right?”
I may be young and inexperienced, but I knew the answer he was pushing for. ”Refurbished floors. I get you, Mr. B.”
”You”re a smart cookie, dear. I”m always here if you need me. Goodbye, Abigail.” He didn”t wait for me to say goodbye. He was a very busy man. He was the most grandfatherly person I”d had in my short life, and I was grateful for his guidance, however long it lasted.
Three-floor restoration calls later, I had appointments scheduled over the next two weeks. I aimed to list what I wanted to eliminate, take pictures, and post those items online. It was a big job, and the most important one, before I started any other projects upstairs. I used Amy”s eggs to make breakfast for dinner, along with bacon and a new potato pancake recipe I was getting into trying new menu options for when I opened for business. My days were beginning to fill up, and I wanted to take some time to usher Seneca around the area. We both would benefit from knowing what this sleepy village offered. Guests would not only enjoy a comprehensive listing of what to do in the area; they would want firsthand experience with various restaurants, shops, and activities. I”d ensure I did them all, including wine and my best friend. She”d be here Thursday, and I wanted to love this place as much as possible in the time I had.
Tuesday was another busy day of cleaning and purging. As it turned out, there were twenty sets of sheets for this place for five beds. Even if every room had two sets, I”d still have ten extra. Math! I could do math. I was so proud of myself. I opened every one of those sets and pulled out the worst of them to make rags. I also washed the fabric shower curtains and hung new clear plastic liners. I tore down all the window coverings and wiped down all the mini blinds hanging behind them. Blinds would have to suffice until I decided how to restore these rooms.
That got me thinking. If I could restore three of the five rooms by the end of the summer, I could start renting them out for profit. I”d live in one room, and Seneca could live in another. Worst case, she could sleep in my room while we rented out hers for a busy weekend. This plan was indeed one of my best. I”d commit this one to paper.
By midday, Elias had still not answered, and that icky feeling washed over me again. Wasn”t forty-eight hours the maximum time to respond to a note? This was starting to feel like I was being ghosted, and I couldn”t allow that to happen. It was time to call him. I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I knew he couldn”t see me, but I didn”t want to look gross speaking to him on the phone.
”Hello?” he said sweetly. I fully expected him to let it go to voicemail, so I was thrilled to hear his sexy voice.
”Hi, Elias. I miss you.” I coached myself to stay calm at all costs. Give him a reason to want to speak with you. Cosmopolitan Rule #5.
”I miss you too, princess.” Yesss! All was not lost.
”I should have a pet name for you, too,” I suggested coyly.
”Like what?” His voice went husky, and I loved that he put away the reason for my call to banter with me.
”I don”t know . . . darling?”
”Yuck. I”m not a 1950s Hollywood husband.”
”Definitely not. Quite the opposite. How about baby?”
”Too generic. We can do better.” We are still a ”we!
”Did you like it when I called you sugar? It”s over the top, but what do you think?”
I bit my lip and walked in a circle again, think of the perfect name.
”Too much. Acceptable choices include Mr. Big, Hercules, Big Man, or my favorite, Daddy.” Oh, no, he didn”t!
”OMG, Elias. You”re kinky!” I shouted.
”I told you, you don’t know the half of it. I”d sure like to experiment with a few of them, but I”ve not had the right partner. Unfortunately, you and I have some things to work through first.” His sexy, fun tone turned serious. ”That is if you still want that.”
I jumped on the chance to answer. ”Yes! Definitely. That”s what I want . . . Daddy.” My pussy clenched just saying those words. I never had a dad, daddy, or even a pop. I didn”t see it as disgusting or wrong. It was the idea of being protected like a father would. Just not my father. . .
”Christ, Abigail. Do not say that to me unless you are prepared to play out that scene,” he growled.
”I would do that with you. I”m so very, very sorry for upsetting you like I did. I trust you to know what is in your best interest, and I”m working every day to put my past attitudes about myself out of my mind. You make me want to be a better woman for you.”
Tears trickled down my face, and I was happy he couldn”t see me crying.
”Do it for yourself and no one else. You deserve to feel good about yourself all the time, Abigail. Do you understand what I”m saying?”
I nodded. ”I do.”
”I do, who?” He goaded me.
”I do, Daddy.” We both let out a groan. ”When am I going to see you again?” I needed to feel his hands gliding down my body, his lips on mine, and his cock inside me.
He cleared his throat. I could envision him stroking his beard and thinking, I”m not sure what turns me on about that, but it does.
”You and I still need to have a few more conversations about how to improve our communication. I will not go through these feelings ever again with you. We have to do better.”
”We will. I promise.” I crossed my heart and fell onto the sofa, exhausted.
”Alright, then. Good night, Abigail.”
”Elias? One more thing. Can we have phone sex, Daddy?”
ELIAS
Fucking, yes! Game on!
”Where are you, Abigail?”
”In the front parlor, on the sofa. Call me Abby,” she whispered. It looked like my little girl was only too happy to role-play with me and a pass to a family-friendly pet name.
”Are you my little girl, Abby?” I needed to be sure that was how she wanted this to go down.
”Yes, Daddy. I want to touch you,” she purred.
”Where do you want to touch me, sweet girl?” My voice melted with seduction.
“On your cock, Daddy. I want to feel how thick you feel in my small hands. Can I touch myself, Daddy?”
”Geezuz, Abby. You”re very good at this game. I”m in my office, and Paul will be back from lunch any minute now.”
This was so hot I couldn”t control my breathing. I unclasped my belt buckle and shoved my pants down without even unzipping them. Gripping my red-hot cock and stroking it while she breathed into the phone sent jolts of electricity through my body, and my balls pulled higher.
”Touch yourself, Abby. Shove your hand down your pants and find that wet, hot clit and make those small circles you love when I touch you.” She gasped, and I knew she was doing my bidding.
”Daddy, you feel so good. I want to come for you. Can I come for you, Daddy?” I loved when she begged for me.
I dreamt of having the right woman to play with like this. This was how I wanted to be with her the time we fucked.
”Yes, sweetheart. Come for Daddy. I”m going to come with you.” Fuck, this was amazing. I hadn”t come this fast since junior high.
”Come now, Abby. Daddy wants to hear how much you like his fingers on your pussy.”
Screams of pleasure pierced through the phone, extracting my blessed release.
”Elias!!”
”Abby!!”
I yanked on my cock, milking every ounce of fluid left in my balls. I heard the garage door slam shut, and I sat upright instantly.
”Baby, I have to go. This was beyond amazing, but I have ten seconds to get my pants up. I”ll call later.”