“So is jizz. You don’t see me harvesting yours so I can drink a glass of it.”
Alex is mid orange juice sip; he sprays me and his omelet. At least I’m not wearing my own clothes.
His shock is awesome. He wipes his chin with a dishtowel. “Jesus, Violet.”
“What? It’s true, isn’t it? Your hair grows a million times faster if you swallow instead of spit on a regular basis.”
“I’d be interested to take part in your research study.” Alex puts down his glass, grabs the spatula, and folds the omelet neatly in half. It resembles a huge smile. The pan he’s cooked it in is gigantic. He cuts it in half and offers me a plate.
I hold up the bag of artificially colored, flavored and sweetened fish. “I’m good.”
“After the workout you had last night and this morning, you need more than sugar for breakfast.”
“It’s not like I ran a marathon or anything.”
“Mmm. No. Sex with you is far more enjoyable.”
Alex cuts off a bite and lifts it to my mouth. “Try it. I promise you’ll like it.”
I relent, only because he’s put the effort in and it doesn’t smell bad. Surprisingly, it’s rather tasty. I suspect the fresh basil and sharp cheddar have something to do with it, and whatever else was in those veggies. I polish off what’s on my plate and check the time. If I don’t get a move on, I’m going to be late for work.
In the laundry room, Alex hands me my clothing piece by piece and watches me dress. By the time I’m fully clothed, he’s sporting a massive woody. He dons the shirt I slept in and throws on a pair of sweats—through which the MC is highly visible. Even dressed down, he manages to look smoking hot. I look homeless in sweats.
I was smart enough not to bring my work stuff home last night, so Alex takes me straight to the office. The ride is short, and I’m nervous about the end of the first date good-bye. It’s silly; we’ve had a sleepover, but he’ll be gone for two weeks, so all this giddy excitement could wane. Especially if some other puck bunny catches his eye while he’s on the road.
He stops in front of my building. I’m a few minutes early, thanks to his speedy, albeit safe, driving. Alex puts the car in park and turns to me, his arm slung across my seat. “I had a great time last night, and this morning.”
“Me, too.”
“Can I call you later? After I get to the hotel?”
“If you want.”
“Definitely. I can’t wait to get back so I can take you out again.”
“And I’ll get to drive your car?” I’m trying to be nonchalant, but there’s this unsettling feeling in my stomach. I don’t think it’s because of the egg white omelet, either. I really like him. More than I want to.
“We’ll discuss the car later. I still think you cheated.”
Alex goes in for a kiss. He cops a feel while he’s at it, so I give the monster cock a squeeze and a pet. It’s going to be a long fourteen days.
Charlene is waiting for me in my cubicle.
She has cinnamon rolls. They’re meant as bribery. She wants details. Extensive ones. I pick the biggest cinnamon roll with the most icing and take a huge bite.
“So? How was your date?”
With a mouth full of cinnamon roll, I reply, “Fine. He took me out for dinner. It was nice.”
“Nice?”
“The food was excellent.”
“Violet, I don’t give a shit about the food. I’m guessing it was way better than nice since you’re wearing the same clothes from last night.”
“What? How would you—”
“You’d never wear heels like that to work.”
I sigh with relief.
“And then there are these.” She holds out her phone.
I’m greeted by pictures of Alex and me at the restaurant on some Internet gossip site. They’re innocent, unlike the mouth fucking ones from our previous encounter.
My phone buzzes, distracting me from my internal freak-out. It’s Alex.
Oh, God. His shirt smelled like sex after I was done with it. How am I supposed to function for the next two weeks without his monster cock?
Sign me up for Alex Waters Anonymous. I officially have a problem.
VIOLET
Over the next week, Alex sends me cute texts interspersed with dirty ones. Time zone differences make it difficult to talk on the phone. Our schedules don’t mesh; between flights and being on the road, our conversations are not private and therefore brief.