Chapter 15 #2
Marina nods. “You’re the first people who’ve been honest with me in a really long time.
” She takes a deep breath. “Maybe that’s why I’m not getting any of the jobs I’ve gone for.
Maybe I need more lessons.” She sighs. “That means more money, and that means I’m not going to get an Oscar before I’m thirty. Or a Tony. Or a Grammy.”
“Girl, you’re never getting a Grammy,” Brielle blurts, then slaps her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to dismiss your dreams. Maybe you’ll get a Grammy one day. Who knows? Maybe you’ll produce an album.” She giggles. “Sorry.”
My phone beeps, and I see it’s Jack.
“Hey, I’m just going to take this,” I say. “Thank you for calling me.”
“If I’d known you’d be this excited to hear from me, I would’ve called earlier.”
“Honestly, it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the awkward situation I’m in right now.”
“Oh? Is a guy trying to hit on you or something?”
“No. It has nothing to do with men. I’m with Brielle, Willow, and Marina.”
“Marina?” he says. “The girl who works for me in the office with you?”
“Yeah. The one with the bright hair.”
“Oh. What’s going on?”
“She’s been singing and dancing and telling us how she wants to be famous and on Broadway, and Brielle—God bless her—can be too honest sometimes. She basically just broke Marina’s heart telling her that she sucks.”
“Oof. That’s awkward.”
“Yes. Very awkward. That’s why I’m happy to hear from you. But why are you calling me at one in the morning?”
“I wanted to see how the salsa went.”
“It was fine.”
“I guess it was really good since you’re still out.”
“Yeah, we’re getting hot dogs and pretending we’re models.”
“You sound giddy and drunk.”
“I am a little bit. What are you doing?”
“About to get into bed. I was just working.”
“You work all the time.”
“I suppose that’s why I’m a billionaire.”
“And that’s why I’m not,” I say laughing loudly. “I don’t spend all my hours working.”
“It sounds like you have great balance in your life. Something I aspire to.”
“Well, you can have that balance if you want.”
“I suppose. How was the salsa dancing?”
“We sucked.”
“Levi and I went to a Mexican restaurant that advertised salsa classes. We were hoping you might be there.”
“Oh my gosh. You went salsa dancing?” My heart races.
“We ate. We didn’t dance.”
“That’s kind of stalkery.”
“I’m not a stalker. We went to one place. I did hope to see you, but you weren’t there.”
“I should go. Marina is singing again, and I don’t want Willow and Brielle to suffer without me.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“We’re going to a play.”
“What play?”
“I don’t know. Some new off-broadway show that’s opening tomorrow. Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Marina!” I call out. “What play are we seeing tomorrow?”
“Palm Tree Nation!”
“Some play called Palm Tree Nation,” I say. “I’ve never heard of it before though.”
“Me either,” he says. “Should I be worried she’s going to leave the company soon?”
“Between you and me? I don’t think she’s getting a role anytime soon.”
“Ouch.”
“It’s true.”
“Maybe you can give her lessons. You seem like a good actress to me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Unless you weren’t pretending the other night.”
“That was very much an act,” I say quickly, thinking of my fingers gliding down his pants and the way his cock had twitched. I swallow hard. That had been hot.
“Oscar-worthy.”
“Goodnight, Jack.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“I’m not sure there’s anything you wouldn’t do,” I say, and hang up. I walk back to the girls and rub my stomach. “I’m hungry.”
“Who was that?” Marina asks suspiciously.
“No one,” I say quickly and I frown as Brielle and Willow exchange knowing looks. They know exactly who it was.
“So,” I say, clapping my hands lightly. “Hot dogs nearly ready?”
I pull off my clothes and get into my bed eagerly. Tonight was a good night. For some reason I pull out my phone and I text Jack.
Katherine: I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t do.
Jack: You still out?
Katherine: Just got home. Now in bed.
Jack: Alone?
Katherine: Maybe. Maybe not.
Jack: If you’re in bed with a man and texting me, then I feel sorry for him.
Katherine: Haha.
Jack: I’m in bed as well.
Katherine: Good for you.
Jack: I’m naked.
Katherine: So am I.
Jack: Completely?
Katherine: Yes, that’s normally what naked means.
Jack: Hot.
Katherine: Actually I’m a little cold.
Jack: Call me.
Katherine: Why?
Jack: So we can talk on the phone.
Katherine: Why?
Jack: I want to hear your voice.
Katherine: I’m going to sleep.
Jack: Are you touching yourself?
Katherine: What do you mean?
Jack: Answer my call.
Katherine: I can’t?
Jack: Why not?
Katherine: My fingers are busy...
Jack: With?
Katherine: That’s a secret.
Jack: Answer my call.
I decide to go against the voice in my head and answer his call.
“Hello?”
“Want to Facetime?”
“No,” I yawn. “I’m about to go to sleep.”
“Is that why you texted me when you got into bed?” His voice is deep. “And told me you were naked?”
“I just wanted to alleviate your fears that I may do something stupid. But maybe texting you was the stupid thing.” I moan. “I’m just a bit drunk.”
“Close your eyes and touch yourself.” His voice is husky and low. “Slip your fingers between your legs.”
“Jack...” My voice trails off, but I find myself slipping my fingers between my legs. “I’m wet.” I moan down the phone.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He grunts. “I’m holding my cock. I’m thinking about you.”
“Good for you.”
“Slide your fingers across your stomach, squeeze your breasts, play with your nipples, think of me, now reach down and gently rub your clit, that’s my nose.” He continues and I do as he says. “Feel that wetness, that’s you getting ready to take my cock.” He grunts. “What are you doing?”
“I’m playing with myself.” I moan. “I’m imagining you rubbing the tip of your cock against my entrance.”
“You’re going to make me cum, Katherine. Fuck. If I was with you, I’d slide my hard cock into you so hard and fast right now.”
“Oh yeah?” I moan as I rub faster, thinking of Jack above me, about to fuck me. My body shakes at the thought.
“I’d suck on your nipples and I’d thrust into you so hard...can you feel my cock inside of you, twitching.”
“Yes,” I moan completely captivated. “Oh shit, I’m going to come.” I rub myself furiously and my entire body shudders for a few seconds. “Oooh.”
“Fuck Katherine, you’re so hot.” He grunts. “Can I come over?”
“No...” I whimper into the phone. “This was a mistake. I don’t know why I called you. I should go.”
“It wasn’t a mistake Katherine. Did you just use me to get off on the phone?”
“You’re the one that called me.” I stretch in the bed and laugh lightly. “Thanks for the dirty talk, Jack. It did the job and now I’m going to sleep.”
“Good night, Katherine.”
“Night Jack. And please, let’s not talk about this in the morning.
” I hang up the phone and close my eyes again.
I feel warm and tired and like I’ve just lost my mind.
But I don’t care. I had needed a release and I’d gotten it.
Phone sex with Jack had been hot. I just hoped I would be able to resist giving him my body completely because I knew if I did, it would be very hard to not want more.