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Grief leave? He must have beendestroyed. And I hadn’t been there for him.
“We’re doing Sepulcher ofthe First Ones on WoW tonight,” Scott went on. “I’ll see youthere?”
“Oh man, from season four?”My fingers itched at the thought. Then, I remembered what I hadwaiting for me as a reward for this call. And while I felt like ashit for not getting back to raiding with my friends… Charlotte andher cornucopia of panties awaited. “Nah, I’m not up to fightingshape. Still riding the painkiller train every night.”
“Get better, man. That’s anorder.” He added, “And give some real thought to not fucking mylittle sister anymore.”
“I will not do that.” It wasno good making a promise I didn’t intend to keep.
“Whatever. When you’verecovered, let’s take a trip, okay? Send me to one of your sexresorts so I can get laid,” Scott suggested. “Okay, going now.Bye.”
“Bye.” I hit the button.Maybe I could use a trip, myself. Not to one of the public Ascendproperties. I needed to go to Red.
And there was only one person I wantedto take there.
* * * *
(Charlotte)
Matt video called me a fewhours after our initial conversation. This time, when I answered,he was naked.
Well, I assumed he was naked. I couldonly see him from the shoulders up. “Are you naked or justshirtless and I’m horny?”
“I’m shirtless, so I guessit’s my lucky day.” He chuckled and adjusted himself on the pillowshe reclined on. “I talked to Scott. He knows about us.”
“Us?” We hadn’t agreed toany such terminology.
“Oh please, don’t get allguy-in-a-sitcom about it. It’s a word. It’s an accuratedescription.” His jaw clenched in obvious annoyance. “Expect a callfrom him, if you haven’t gotten one.”
“We’ve already discussedthings. More than once.” And we’d made very little headway toward aresolution. “He doesn’t get a say in what two consenting adults doover the internet.”
“What if someday it’s notover the internet?” Matt asked.
The memory of having him inthe flesh, inmyflesh, tightened my nipples and sent flutters to my clit. “Ithink the two consenting adults thing still applies.”
“I’m not joking. Come seeme.” His tone was different now, more serious than I would haveliked. “Think it over, okay?”
“Yeah.I’ll think about it. But you know. Job.” Of course, I’d quit jobsfor flimsier reasons than“I wantto get laid.”I’d happened to find a placeI liked working. “Also, you should come visit me. We have legalweed.”
“Noted. Now, about thosepanties… which ones did you choose?” he asked as I moved to lock myfront door and close the blinds.
I tilted the phonedownwards and lifted my skirt to give him a quick peek at thepanties I wasn’t wearing. “I was waiting to resume ourconsultation.”
He audibly sucked in a breath, and Itilted the screen back up to my face.
“Have you been runningaround like that all day?”
I shook my head. “Just around thehouse. I spent a lovely, lazy day without any panties on. I couldreach down any time I wanted…”
He raised an eyebrow. “Didyou?”
“I did,” I admitted. “But Ididn’t come. I was waiting for you.”
“Then I’m glad Icalled.”
“Me, too. Because I need tocome so bad.” It wasn’t a flirty lie. It felt like ages since we’ddone anything more than trade sexually charged banter viatext.
“If you want to come, youhave to follow instructions,” he warned.