Soraya: That would be a safe assumption.
Graham: What’s his name?
Soraya: Why do you want to know?
Graham: So I have a name to put with the man I suddenly dislike.
Again I was smiling at the damn phone.
Soraya: Aspen.
Graham: He’s an idiot.
Soraya: And you know that because of his name?
Graham: No. I know that because you’re texting another man during his date.
Soraya: I suppose if I were with you, I wouldn’t be texting.
Graham: If you were with me, you wouldn’t care where your cell phone was.
Soraya: Is that so?
Graham: It most certainly is.
Oddly, I tended to agree with him. I sighed and decided to share the details of my pitiful date.
Soraya: He took me to a funeral.
Graham: For your date?
Soraya: Yep.
Graham: I hope you’re texting me as you walk to the closest train.
Soraya: The funeral is out on Long Island. I’m kind of stuck with him for the rest of the date.
Graham: There’s more than just a funeral?
Soraya: Yes. He’s taking me to work next.
Graham: Come again?
Soraya: LOL
Graham: Where are you? I’ll come get you.
Was that…nice from Mr. Big Prick?
Soraya: Thanks. But I’m good.
He stopped texting after that. Worse, Aspen returned to the car. Things got progressively worse from there. Upon arriving at the comedy club, my date proceeded to down two vodka tonics. When I mentioned he was driving us home, he told me he knew his limit. Apparently, he didn’t know mine. Three minutes after he got on stage and told his first few bad jokes, I took a trip to the ladies room, then slipped out the back door. Eleven dollars in cab fare later, I was waiting for the first of what would be three trains to get back home. Maybe I needed to take a hiatus from dating for a while.
CHAPTER 6
GRAHAM
I WAS IN A PISS POOR MOOD all morning. Come to think of it, my anger started to surface sometime last night. Right about the time the woman with the body of the devil and face of an angel told me she would rather be on a date with some asshole who took her to a funeral for a date, than have me pick her up.
If I didn’t have an early meeting again this morning, I would have gotten on that train and told her exactly who I was. Staring at the image of her luscious tits on my phone again, I realized exactly who I was…pretty much a stalker lately. And that pissed me off even more. Screw her and her date.
“Rebecca!” I pressed the intercom and waited for my secretary to respond.
Nothing.
“Rebecca!” The second time, I roared so loud, the intercom wasn’t necessary. The whole fucking office had to have heard me.
Still nothing.
Throwing a file on my desk, I stomped out to my secretary. A redhead was sitting at her desk.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Lynn. Your secretary for the last two days.” She furrowed her brow as if I should know what the hell she was talking about.
“What happened to Rebecca?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Morgan. Would you like me to find out?”
“No. I’d like you to get me some lunch. Turkey on lightly toasted whole wheat with one slice of Alpine Lace Swiss. Not two. One. Coffee. black.”
“Okay.”
“The receptionist at the front desk controls petty cash. Talk to her.”
She smiled at me but didn’t budge.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Go.”
“Oh. You wanted me to go now?”
I grumbled and headed back into my office.
It was early afternoon when my phone vibrated and flashed a new picture of Soraya’s legs. She had never initiated our texts before.
Fuck me.
This woman was going to be the death of me. I needed to get her to agree to see me.
Graham: Show me more.
Soraya: That’s all you’re getting.
Graham: You’re such a tease. Open them for me.
Soraya: No way.
Graham: Suddenly you have morals?
Soraya: I have my limits, and showing you between my legs is definitely a hard limit.
Graham: And there is definitely no limit as to how HARD that would make me. In fact, just imagining it is giving me a hard on right now.
Soraya: Perv. Aren’t you at work?
Graham: You know I’m at work. Why did you text me your legs then? You’re trying to rile me up.
Soraya: It doesn’t take much.
Graham: You won’t show me your *. At least let me hear your voice.
Soraya: You’ve already heard my voice before.
Graham: Yeah, but you were being belligerent. I want to hear how you sound when you’re wet and horny.
Soraya: And how do you know I’m wet and horny?
Graham: I can just sense it.
Soraya: Really…
Graham: Yeah.
My phone started to vibrate. Soraya.
My voice was intentionally low and seductive. “Hello, baby.”
“Don’t baby me.”
Just the sound of her voice made my body buzz with excitement.
My voice sounded strained. “I want to see you. I need to know what you look like.”
God, I need to touch you.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t think we’re right for each other. I’m not your type.”