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Chase

With so much downtime all at once, a rarity for me, you’d think I’d sleep in, especially since I have no major plans. Except, as soon as the sun comes up, I wake. No alarm is needed.

With arms outstretched overhead, I savor the sensation of every body part in motion.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand beside my head.

I don’t want my day to begin just yet, so I ignore it and roll off the bed on the opposite side of the bed and make my way into the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and settle underneath the warm spray. Leaning my head back, my mind wanders.

I imagine Skylar’s expressive eyes looking at me. Her teeth pulling the corner of her lower lip into her mouth. And pulling together her long satin-black hair, wrapping it around my fist, and pulling her to me. Something that I wanted to do the past few times when I’ve been left alone with her.

Taking in a deep breath, I guide my hand down my chest to where my eager cock awaits release.

I fist myself. I pull and squeeze with each motion as my hand moves up to the crown as I think of her full lips as if they’re around my cock, working me.

My hand moves back and forth. My fist is tightening more and more as I continue to pump.

Imagining her cheeks hollowing out, her lips wrapped around my length, and a perfect view of her tits is all I could think of.

My free hand slaps against the wet tile of my shower, and my come dresses the space just below. I languidly stroke every bit of come out of me, causing my body to jerk in aftershocks as I catch my breath.

Fresh from showering, I quickly began my day.

A few texts awaited me when I finally picked up my phone. One from a team group chat, another from a random number, and then one from Ethan.

I open Ethan’s first.

Up for dinner tonight?

Me: You know me, always down to eat.

As long as we watch your girlish figure.

Fuck off.

Want me to pick U up or meet somewhere?

It wouldn’t be a proper date if you didn’t pick me up

Fuck right off.

A laugh escapes my lips.

Text me where to meet you later, you ungrateful fool. See if I put out for you later!

I shake my head, then I look over at the group chat. A few of the guys are going out to lunch, some want to hit up the gym, and a few of them want to play video games later. I don’t bother responding, since I don’t want to commit to anything right now.

I then turn my attention to the other number. I receive unsolicited texts frequently; this is likely another.

Upon opening it, my jaw dropped.

Did I give her my number? Did Ethan? No, he wouldn’t have, would he?

Hey. It’s Skylar.

It was an hour ago that the message was sent.

Hey, what’s up?

I clicked on her information, then I added her name to my contact list.

I wanted to thank you for the other night. Next time, we should definitely hang out without my brother.

She’s playing with fire. I want that more than anything, but I know Ethan would be pissed off.

He wouldn’t allow it. But what if we hang out as only friends?

I can be just friends with a woman; that’s something I can do.

Yeah, I can. As much as my thoughts from earlier were completely of the not-friend nature, I can keep my hands to myself.

Right?

Well, there’s no other way to find out than to try.

I agree. Perhaps we could have lunch sometime this week.

Today?

What’s on my agenda for today? I have to eat, and I haven’t eaten yet.

I’m hungry now, breakfast?

Can’t. I’m at work. But my lunch break is at one.

I glance at my watch. I can do that.

Tell me where to meet you and I’ll be there.

I fix myself something light for breakfast and sit down at the table in my dining space. Today, I will be with Skylar for lunch, and then later this evening, dinner with her brother.

Am I a complete idiot?

I’m sitting in the outdoor section of a restaurant, with my eyes watching everyone on the street.

I’m wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses.

The standard disguise of any celebrity. Trying not to make any lingering eye contact with anyone, just in case someone would spot me.

I catch sight of Skylar out of my peripheral vision and watch as she confidently strides to where I am sitting.

Her long hair is tied up in a ponytail. She’s wearing a pinstriped blouse with a red pencil skirt.

Her long legs are bare with black high heels adorning her feet.

I stand up and wave to her, motioning to the gate that opens to the outdoor seating area.

As soon as she reaches me, I awkwardly lean in and give her a side hug, her scent of mint and vanilla lingering in the space between us.

“Hi,” she smiled.

I reply, “Hey.”

Having seated myself at the table, I give her a menu and watch her. I’ve seen the dressed-up-for-a-party version of her and the hanging out at home version of her. And now, the dressed-up for work version. I can’t choose a favorite; I appreciate them all.

Regardless of what she wears, she is always gorgeous. Hell, she could wear a sheet and I wouldn’t mind. Except, now my thoughts are turning dirty at her just wearing a sheet.

“You doing okay?” she asks.

I look at her after blinking a few times. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“I just thanked you for meeting me for lunch. I needed someone neutral to hang out with for lunch.”

“Is everything all right?” I ask with concern.

“The last few days have been rough at work. I feel overworked, and like there is no light at the end of the tunnel.”

“Shit. That sucks. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. Let’s not talk about work. I’ve been so consumed with work that I don’t want it to take over my life. Hence why you are here.”

“Okay. Any work friends yet?”

“I have, however, let’s shift the topic to anything other than work right now, friendships included. How are you? How’s life since I last saw you?”

“You mean since earlier this week? Well, I could get used to more downtime like I’ve had this week.”

“That’s right. What have you been up to?”

“I’ve been working out, minimizing my training days compared to usual. I’ve been watching a lot of tapes. Playing some video games. Damsel rescuing. Typical guy shit.” I shrug.

“Typical guy shit,” she repeats, then she looks up over my shoulder and ducks her head. “Crap.”

“What? Everything okay?” I ask, looking around me, not seeing anything telling.

“In my building, there is this guy who works there. He just gives me the creeps, that’s all. He hasn’t seen me yet, thank God.”

I have two different options. I can sit across from her and hope the guy walks right past us. Or I can do her a solid, and hopefully do something that will make this guy think twice about talking to her again.

My choice is the latter.