Heat Exchange(7)
Your idiotic ignorant friend,
Janey Pankowski
CEO
Nutless Wonders
Seattle, WA
TO: Janey Pankowski
FROM: Nyall Anderson
RE: Vacation
Janey,
Fuck. I'd come there now, but I'm in Atlanta.
Am I correct in assuming you don't know how to pleasure yourself?
Nyall Anderson
CEO
Sonneman Anderson Research Group
TO: Nyall Anderson
FROM: Janey Pankowski
RE: Vacation
Hi Nyall,
Well I do of course but it doesn't make me feel anything like you made me feel. When I touch myself it's like tasty little sips of grape juice whereas what you did to me was more of a shaken-champagne thing where the bubbles fizzle all inside my mouth and leave me just happy all over. Just forget it. I don't know what I was thinking. This is private stuff. I shouldn't even be talking to you about it. Why does this keep happening with you? Have you hypnotized me into telling you absolutely everything? I'll call one of my friends for advice.
Thanks,
Janey Pankowski
CEO
Nutless Wonders
Seattle, WA
TO: Janey Pankowski
FROM: Nyall Anderson
RE: Vacation
Janey,
No hypnosis. It's just sexual chemistry. Maybe a bit stronger than usual. If it helps any, I'm probably twice as frustrated as you.
Okay, new rule. No more emails until I see you in October. It's already after one in the morning here and I have to be up at six.
Until then, try to touch yourself like I touched you. You'll like it. If it helps, imagine that I'm there with you.
Nyall Anderson
CEO
Sonneman Anderson Research Group
TO: Nyall Anderson
FROM: Janey Pankowski
RE: Vacation
Just one more email and then I'll go away.
So I'm guessing you're going to call one of your lovers to release all that sexual frustration that you're experiencing. I hope it helps. They're all very nice ladies. I wish I had someone to call. But then if I did, I wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place.
Good night,
Janey Pankowski
CEO
Nutless Wonders
Seattle, WA
TO: Janey Pankowski
FROM: Nyall Anderson
RE: Vacation
Janey,
I'm in fucking Atlanta. I have nobody to call here.
Nyall Anderson
CEO
Sonneman Anderson Research Group
TO: Nyall Anderson
FROM: Janey Pankowski
RE: Vacation
Can't you get a call girl?
Janey Pankowski
CEO
Nutless Wonders
Seattle, WA
TO: Janey Pankowski
FROM: Nyall Anderson
RE: Vacation
Janey,
Thanks for the advice. I don't pay for sex. And please don't suggest I pick someone up. I'm aware of my options.
Nyall Anderson
CEO
Sonneman Anderson Research Group
TO: Nyall Anderson
FROM: Janey Pankowski
RE: Vacation
I'm sorry if I offended you.
I hope you'll be okay. What do you do when you're frustrated and can't find a lover? Do you pleasure yourself?
Thanks,
Janey Pankowski
CEO
Nutless Wonders
Seattle, WA
TO: Janey Pankowski
FROM: Nyall Anderson
RE: Vacation
Janey,
Are you doing this to me on purpose? My cock is so hard right now I'm going to explode without even touching it. I want to fuck you so bad I'm sweating. Now get your virgin ass to bed and stop teasing me.
Nyall Anderson
CEO
Sonneman Anderson Research Group
TO: Nyall Anderson
FROM: Janey Pankowski
RE: Vacation
I wasn't teasing! But—wow. I guess the more we talk about it the harder it is. Were you serious?
Never mind. I know it's late there. I just want to tell you that I want you, too. A lot. I find you very attractive. I'll go now and try to pleasure myself.
Oh and by the way I'm not as nervous about all of this as I was. It's good to know you seem to be attracted to me, though I don't really get it.
I hope you like pineapple carrot cake. I will send an assistant over with some next week to thank you for talking me through this.
Otherwise I'll stay out of your hair until October.
Good night,
Janey Pankowski
CEO
Nutless Wonders
Seattle, WA
TO: Janey Pankowski
FROM: Nyall Anderson
RE: Vacation
Janey,
You were teasing me, even if you didn't know it.
I'm fond of pineapple carrot cake. Thanks.
Yes, I am attracted to you.
When you touch yourself, try to put your finger inside your pussy. It will feel good and will help stretch you. If you do this each night until our vacation, then it might make the deflowering more comfortable for you.
Good night.
Nyall Anderson
CEO
Sonneman Anderson Research Group
P.S. It just occurred to me you might not know how to put your finger inside your pussy. If you don't, don't worry about it. I'll teach you everything.
Chapter 4
This was where he lived? This?
Janey stood next to her van, gazing at the building across the street. The address in the posh old district on Queen Anne Hill had led her to expect a mansion. Yet it turned out to be a modern multi-unit building, at five stories taller than most but nothing like a mansion or even a high rise with a penthouse.
Maybe, Janey thought hopefully, she'd been wrong. Maybe the Internet, all those ladies, and his clothes had lied somehow and he wasn't as wealthy as sin.
She was still pretty sure he was out of her league, though.
The weeks leading up to today had been nerve-racking for Janey. Other than one brief email with directions to his home, she hadn't heard again from Nyall after that last email promising to teach her everything.
Just from that one day of exchanging emails with him, though, her body had been set on edge, and there it remained. She seemed to be constantly aroused. The one exception was her period, when she huddled in bed with cramps for two days and then walked around in hormonal hyperdrive afterward.
It was a relief that her period was over before October came around. Dealing with losing her virginity and staying at Nyall's house for a week already promised to be disastrous enough without her having to worry about overcoming menstrual shyness too.
That was about the only bright light in the three-week wait. The nights had been frustrating, every one.
Her stress had been so evident that her friends, family, assistants, and even clients all thought she needed a vacation. If they only knew it was the upcoming vacation that was doing this to her!
She picked up her totes, crossed the street, walked up the steps, located the name "Anderson" on the fancy name plate and called up.
An indistinct voice rumbled a greeting through the intercom.
"Hi, it's Janey," she said.
The voice said something she couldn't understand. She put her hand on the handle and stared at the door, waiting for it to buzz so she could open it. But nothing happened.
Just as she was about to call up again, the door opened and Nyall Anderson walked through.
He stopped short and stared at her. She stared back.
It was the first time she'd seen him since that day in the elevator over three weeks ago. He was wearing a natural colored Aran sweater over jeans and casual shoes. His hair wasn't as tousled. His day beard stubble was darker. But otherwise, he was just as she remembered him.
Tall, intimidating, and too gorgeous for mere mortals like her.
She sucked in a breath. A draft from the cool October night hit the entryway, but that wasn't why she shivered.
"Hi," she said shyly. "Your intercom's broken."
He didn't smile back, which was a little surprising. Just looked her up and down, from her hair in its ponytail to her cardigan and skirt and ankle boots.
"You're on time," he said.
Oh wow, she'd forgotten that voice. Janey felt her legs tremble. No wonder the man did so much business over the phone. That voice could negotiate anything.
Her nervousness increased.
"I'm usually way too early for things," she said chattily. "For events of course because a late caterer is an out-of-business caterer and also when it's something I've been looking forward to for a long time like this." She couldn't help it; the words ran together in a rush.
His lips did curve then. He spotted her three bulging totes and picked up two of them.
"I've got a lot of stuff," she said. "Three more bags in the van."
"Three more? You drove your company van here?"
She shrugged. "Since we'll be doing so much cooking, I thought I'd bring over some supplies. Plus, well, it's my only car. Normal people don't have more than one car. Even if we can afford it, there's no parking." The words came out all wrong. Her nervousness had to be obvious. Janey cringed; this was surely where he told her he'd made a mistake offering to devirginize a freak and sent her straight home.
"Right, whereas I lease an entire parking lot for all my dozens of vehicles instead of using spaces in the parking garage like all the rest of the peons." Her bags in hand, he led the way through the entryway door into the lobby. Janey looked around. It was sparkling and elegant but not what she'd call luxurious. She picked up the last tote and followed Nyall to the elevator.
"You're making fun of me about the cars, aren't you?"
"You make it hard not to," he said.
As they waited for the elevator, Janey couldn't help but make comparisons to that other time, in the lobby of the office building. This time, instead of the elevator indicator lights, it was her he watched. When the doors opened, he waited for her to go in first. And when they were alone in the elevator, he looked at her sardonically.
She saw he'd selected the button to the fourth floor.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Janey said.