“Hey boss?” Daniel jerks me from my infuriated fixation as I reread the paperwork, again.
“Yeah?” I glance up and Daniel places a lavender candle on my desk and lights it. Then he opens up a fancy red, large square box that he sat on one of my chairs. That’s what the man must have dropped off. Out of it he carries a plate of lasagna, salad, bread sticks and some sort of drink in a white Styrofoam cup. Taking the folders from in front of me he lays down my food, a napkin and a fork.
“There’s a note.” He explains lifting it from inside the box.
“It says. To my Angel, sorry we haven’t seen each other this week. Know that I miss you terribly and hope you will accept this as a token of my love and agree to go to dinner with me Saturday night, for our first official date. ‘Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.’ All that is me, hugs and kisses, Suit Master.”
I thoughtfully smile, and Daniel hands me the card. Opening up my top drawer, I add it to the growing pile of sentimental keepsakes that I’ve already acquired from my Suit Master. I can’t bear to part with them.
“That’s one poetic man.” He admits, discarding the empty box.
“That he is.” I reply and dig into my lunch. I’m starving. All I had was my morning tea and biscotti after yoga. Roni joined me for a few moments before being whisked away by Bob for an early morning romp. I’ve been too busy to think about sex or orgasms myself. I’ve masturbated every night thinking of Gage, but my lady boners have stayed down completely during the day. I wake up with them sometimes. It’s been such a busy week and after what happened with Emma, I’ve been less turned-on. Which, to be honest, is good. I need the hormone surge break anyhow. Or I can’t think straight long enough to get what I need to accomplished at work done.
Finishing my delicious meal, I toss my plate in the trash and finish off my peach sweet tea. I’m not a huge fan of it, but Gage was kind enough to provide me with lunch; the least I could do is thoroughly enjoy it.
Flipping through my folders once more, I pull out my phone from my desk drawer and read the text I know I missed.
Gage: Hey sweetheart, hope lunch was good.
I text him back.
Me: Some very sexy birdy had that delivered to me. Some guy by the name of Suit Master. Hum… I wonder who he might be. I think I sort of have a thing for him.
Gage: Really? Tell me about this Suit Master. Do I need to kick his ass?
I laugh at his playful banter, and recline back in my chair, with a giant smile plastered happily on my face.
Me: Well, what can I say? He’s tall, so sexy it should be a crime and is unbelievably romantic. You should really be jealous. Every man should be just like him. Plus, he has the biggest, sexiest and most delicious dick.
God, I’m awful. This is so much fun to tease him.
Him: Really? Big you say? What else can you tell me? My jealousy is through the roof.
Me: Hum… Well he has this tongue that is magical, it does so many naughty things to me. It makes my toes curl and I can never get enough of him. Plus his ass, you could bounce quarters off it. Trust me, you should be jealous because he’s also sweet and kind and makes me swoon.
Him: Quarters? No way! Now I’m very jealous. I really should kick his ass. Or get some tips from him if his tongue is that magical. He sounds like a real keeper.
I’m laughing so hard, my stomach now hurts. I can’t believe he makes me smile this much.
Me: Oh he’s a keeper alright. And yes quarters, dimes, pennies, I’m sure most things. But don’t be too jealous. Because I think he has a girlfriend.
Him: He does? Tell me about this girlfriend of his. Does she have long black hair, the bluest most amazing eyes and the best body on the planet? And makes his mouth water every time he thinks of making her come? I bet if he’s as great as you say he is. His girlfriend has to be out of this world.
Me: I don’t know. I think his girlfriend is the lucky one.
Him: I love you, Angel. And you’re not my girlfriend. You’re more than that. I miss you.
Me: Awe… I miss you too my Suit Master. I’m looking forward to Saturday. How’s my girl?
Him: Our girl is doing well. She’s healing up, been playing with those toys you had delivered yesterday. Wherever you got that pink shimmering winged pony, you did a great job. She slept with that thing yesterday and refused to eat breakfast if LEX, her new pony couldn’t eat with her.
Me: She named her pony Lex? And I’m glad she’s healing up. I miss her.
Him: She misses you too and yes, Lex is her pony’s name. Although it’s Alexa but she calls it Lex for short. I think she thinks your name is short for something. Which I didn’t have the heart to tell her it’s not.