CHAPTER 1
It’s a Sirin day!
I haven’t met a client I didn’t like yet, but waking up and knowing that I’m going in to him makes every morning a little bit brighter.
Stretching and twisting in my sheets, I make a happy little sound, and the room’s lights turn on as if that was a command.
It’s a glitch that started a few days ago and I’m going to have to put in a request to station maintenance to get it fixed, but the idea of someone in here—even if it means I don’t wake up because sleep-babble turned on the lights—doesn’t make me happy.
Kita’s the only one I’ve let in and she doesn’t like my cozy little closet, so I normally have it all to myself whenever I want to be alone.
There are three messages on my comm when I pluck it from the nightstand.
I read Kita’s first. It’s a time, location, and “tell no one.” I chuckle as I send her back a “my lips are sealed”.
Her response is a picture of a knife, and think about how it sounds like a drug deal in the curt back and forth.
The other two are from Sirin.
I snuggle down in my comforter when I open that app, even though I know I need to get up and get ready.
Good morning. I know you’re still asleep, but a crisis has called me into the office and I wanted to send this so you’d have it when you woke up.
Our appointment is the only thing I have to look forward to today.
Poor baby.
I slide out of bed like my bones are made of jelly until they hit the floor, and I tap out my response as I start my quick morning routine.
I love waking up to messages from you. But you already knew that
I hope the crisis was easily averted
The station didn’t blow up, so, I would call it a win
Was that a possibility?
No, not this time
I’m glad
I still haven’t been brave enough to open his profile. I still don’t know what, exactly, he does.
I like when you pick earlier time slots
Waiting is a torment any time, but when I know I get you that day, waiting feels like the worst kind of torture
Would it be okay if I came to see you twice a week?
It would be okay if you wanted to fill all my slots
I chuckle at the double meaning… not sure if he’ll get it.
My appointment requests ding again and he’s picked my earliest availability two days from now.
Another for two days after that.
Careful… I’m only supposed to drain your cock dry, not your wallet
I really should have known better than to tease you.
Talking to you always gets me hard and now, I have to go deal with something and pretend I wouldn’t rather go straight to Phantoms to let you ease my pain
I hate that I’m putting clothes on right now instead of taking them off for you
I hate it too
I chuckle as I tap out the next message.
One of these days, I’m going to ask you to lock your office door so I can tell you how I want you to fuck me on your desk. How I want you to spread my legs wide and pound me so hard the screen breaks and they have to replace it because your cum has ruined it completely.
Fuck, Cherry. That was wicked.
I bite my tongue and consider climbing back into bed to work out an orgasm before I leave.
But Kita might come find me if I try.
You like when I’m wicked.
I have to go meet my friend. But I will talk to you when i’m done and then I’ll be waiting for you at Phantom’s
I cannot wait.
Me either.