Chapter 18
EVERLEE - I WILL NOT MASTURBATE AT WORK
When I get home, I toy with the idea of taking a shower, but I don’t want to wash off the remaining lavender scent on my skin. A reminder of last night that I want to hold on to for as long as possible. When I get to work, I text Lizzy, letting her know I’m safe, which results in an immediate call.
I’m chuckling when I answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Good morning to you, too.”
“No. No. Nope. Spill.”
“What are you talking about?” I try to play coy as best I can.
“Hooker, please. I know you were hoeing it up last night with Mr. Fancy Pants.”
“How would you know something like that?”
“The looks you two were casting. How you came back all hot and bothered from the bathroom. How he demanded he was taking you home.”
The longer I’m quiet on the phone trying to figure out how to tell her, the more excited she gets. I can almost feel her bouncing through the phone. “Can you do lunch today?”
“Hell to the fuckin’ yeah, I can! Where are you taking me?”
“Meet you at the salad shop at the corner of Third Street, say noon?”
“Yasss Queen! I’m so happy your pussy got pummeled last night. Ciao Chica!” She hangs up before I can say anything else. I’m still smiling as I open my laptop and skim through a few emails, trying to read them but failing miserably.
After my fifth time of trying to read the note about the new bonus structure, I reach into my bag and pull out the contract. Maybe if I just go through and check the boxes, then I’ll be able to focus on my work.
My subconscious takes her spot on the floor to laugh at me.
Reading down the list, I check the boxes for yes, no, and maybe. Even though I keep insisting that I’m not sure if I’m actually going to do this, there’s another part of me screaming to just do that damn thing.
Maybe I can make it so good for them they'll change the rules for me. This would no longer be a few times thing, but a more long-term kind of thing. What would it be like? A sex movie reel flickers through my mind. Sex in the kitchen. Sex in the voyeur room. Sex in the shower, bathtub, balcony—I’m sure they have a balcony.
Sex at Vixen. We would just be having lots of sex all the time, everywhere.
But it could be really difficult to date club owners.
They’d be gone every Thursday through Sunday night with half-dressed women throwing themselves at them, because come on, who wouldn’t?
Would they eventually find one they wanted more than me?
What would my future look like? I had always planned on getting married and having kids.
With them, that doesn’t seem to be an option because I can’t marry four of them, and kids.
I laugh. How would you explain that? Whose would it be?
Could you imagine little Sammy or Juliette going into school and telling everyone they have four daddies and one mommy?
During parent-teacher conferences, five of us show up?
On emergency contacts, only the mother and father can be listed. Whose name would go there?
My head collapses onto my desk.
“Are you okay?” my assistant asks, walking into the room.
“Yes.” I look up, realize what I’ve left out, and scramble to cover it with whatever papers are closest, feigning a casual clean-up. “What’s up?”
“A group of us are going out to lunch. You haven’t left your office all morning, so I wanted to see if I needed to pick you up something.”
“What?” I look at the time on the corner of my computer screen and notice it’s almost lunchtime. Holy cow! “Sorry. No. All good. I have lunch plans.”
“With a special someone?” Her eyebrows pump up and down.
“No,” I chuckle.
“Oh. You seem—” She struggles with the words to say, then just spits them out, “You’re glowing, so I thought—”
She thought I got laid! Well, I did. But freakin’ aye! Do I have a billboard attached to my chest that says ask me about my pussy?
She starts to walk out, then taps on the doorframe. “Oh. Angelica from Meyers wants to know who to put as your plus one for tomorrow’s dinner.”
Shit. I completely forgot about the dinner. “Let me get back to you?”
“Sure. She just requested it by four this afternoon.”
Shit! Shit! Shit! I had the perfect plan to flake out on dinner, which started yesterday, and I completely forgot. There’s no way they’d buy I’m sick now. Especially after my new sex glow. I grumble as I pull the contract out from under the stack of papers.
“It’s all your fault.” I jab my finger at the paper.
Then an idea hits me. Maybe Callum will go with me.
Taking a few deep breaths, I find his number in the text he’d sent to Lizzy and call him.
He answers on the third ring. “Hello, Everlee?” There’s a flirtatious tone in his voice.
“Callum.” I bite the inside of my cheek as nerves get the better of me. “I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
“I need you to be my date at a dinner tomorrow.”
“On Valentine’s Day?” his words are hesitant.
“Yeaaa,” I drag the word out, kicking myself for thinking this was a good idea. They don’t date and I’m literally asking him out on a date. On Valentines! “It’s for a customer meeting at work.”
“Oh.” His voice drops an octave, like when you have to deliver bad news, but you’re trying to think of a way to spin it.
“Listen, I know the rules and everything. I committed a while ago to attend this event because it’s one of our biggest customers.
I thought by the time V- day rolled around, I’d be in a relationship, but I’m not.
With no prospects. I can’t bring Lizzy, because she’s been my plus one so many times, they think I’m an ‘in the closet lesbian’, which who knows maybe I am which is why I haven’t found a man and I had this plan to fake an illness yesterday, but I completely forgot because I was so excited about dinner at Bo’s and now this morning they see my new just been fucked glow, so there’s no way I can pull off being sick.
” I take a deep breath once the word vomit stops.
“That’s a lot to unpack.”
“Sorry.”
“Do you think you’re a lesbian? I mean, this could really change things?” Humor dances in his voice.
“Callum,” I scold.
“I’m kidding. I knew you weren’t after the way you sucked my cock last night.”
A puff of air escapes my lips as a heat races up my chest to my cheeks.
“You like that, do you? Do you want me to tell you I’m sitting at my desk at Vixen with my pants pulled down and my hard cock in my hand, pumping it, thinking of your perfect little pussy?”
My thighs clench together. “Callum,” I warn.
“How I can’t wait until you're sliding onto it again? How I can’t wait to watch the others with you? Taking you in every hole you have at the same time.”
“Callum,” I breathe out, pinching my eyelids together and gripping the edge of my desk. I will not masturbate at work. I will not masturbate at work.
“How—”
“Jesus fuck, Callum. When I see you, I’m going to—”
“Come all over me?”
Unable to take anymore, I disconnect the call and avoid throwing my phone across the room like a hot potato.
My skin is on fire, my heart is racing, and I’m fairly certain I look like I pissed myself with the amount of moisture that has leaked through my skirt.
My fault for not wearing underwear today, but this skirt is one of those kinds you can’t wear underwear with.
My phone chimes with a dick pic and my knees buckle.
Fucking hell.
Everlee: What are you trying to do to me, Callum?
Callum: [wink face emoji] That’s my way of saying I’d go with you tomorrow night. I just need to figure out how to break it to the boys.
Everlee: Would it help if I signed the contract?
Three dots appear, then disappear. Then appear again. I stare at my phone, waiting for a response, but the dots keep coming, then going, coming, then going. Curiosity and anticipation are killing me.
My phone dings, and I look at it, only to find Lizzy asking where I am. Shit!
Everlee: Leaving now. Be there in three!
I grab the list off my desk and stuff it into my purse because the last thing I need is to leave it lying around and have someone accidentally pick it up.
No, thank you!
A few minutes later, I’m walking into the salad shop and find Lizzy in the corner by the front door with her arms crossed. “You better have a good reason you left me waiting.”
“It was five minutes,” I say, looking at my phone. Callum still hasn’t responded, and a slow wave of disappointment winds its way through me, coiling tight in my stomach. I shouldn’t let myself get worked up over this. I shove my phone in my pocket and give Lizzy a hug.
She grabs my shoulders, looks me up and down, pinches my cheeks and smells my hair. I’m sure people are wondering what in the hell is going on.
She points her finger at my chest, just above my breast, and says, “You’ve been laid.”
“What?” I grab her arm, pulling her to the side—more to the side. “Do you want to yell that a little louder so everyone can hear?”
She pulls in a deep breath.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Or what?” she teases, her eyebrows pumping. “Everyone should know you got a piece of ass.” She grabs my wrists, pulling them down, bringing our faces to within an inch apart. “How was he? Oh my God. I bet he was amazing. He looks like he would be.”
“I never said we did.”
“Hooker, please. You and I both know you got your little kitty kitty taken care of last night. So spill.”
Thank God Jax allowed me this one thing, because she’d be impossible. I’d have to avoid her for a week or more for her not to pick up on it. “It was amazing.”
“Yes!” she yells, thrusting her fist into the air, garnering several curious glances. She chuckles meekly. “My favorite author just released her book a week early! Yesss.” She pumps her fist in the air again.
People turn back to what they were doing, and her gaze lands on me. “Can you believe them? Authors releasing books early is exciting!”