Lex(16)

“That lip of yours has to be one of the reasons he claims duress, Ms. Keagan.” The softness of Mr. Masterson’s face has left me speechless. Somehow, he went from hard and business like, to soft and pliable in the matter of a minute and his tone is sweet, yet firm. Now, this is for sure how he gets women into bed. This is even better than how sexy he looks when he’s hard and dominate. Not hard, hard, I mean firm. We’re not talking dicks here. Or are we? Crap!

Sitting in silence, I’m not sure what to say to him. I’m not sorry for biting my lip. It’s a habit I’ve had for years. It started as a kid when I was in pain or stressed. When you get punished even harder for crying out, you find a way to suppress the screams and yelps. Biting my lip or cheek has always been my safe house, my way to keep the brutality down to a hard seven on a scale from one to ten. One being nothing and ten being hurt so bad you pass out and have to go to the hospital. I’ve had a few tens in my life. But, I learned starting at the age of four, to bear it internally and not show weakness.

Daniel summoning me though my intercom—that we barely use, breaks us out of our strange silence of watching and waiting.

“Thirty minutes.” Daniel explains, which means I have half an hour until my meeting with Mr. Masterson. That should give me plenty of time to calm this dampening in my panties, that’s just started.

“Okay, thank you, Daniel.” I retort and sit up in my chair, turning my attention to my computer and the email I promised myself I was going to send today, to the Suit Master.

“Thank you for the tip, Mr. Masterson, I’ll see you in half an hour. Now please excuse me, I have a very important email to write.”

Without a reply, Gage stands, grabs my completely full cup of tea and places it closer to me on my desk. “Please, Lex, I want you to have this. I know you don’t believe me, but I am very sorry for treating you unjustly on Saturday. It wasn’t your fault. I was already in a terrible mood because my ex-wife promised to call my daughter and didn’t, which left Emma devastated. Then my long distance girlfriend never emailed me as I had hoped. It was rude of me to have taken it out on you.”

I don’t even get a chance to respond, and he’s out the door, shutting it behind him. Now I do kind of feel like a jerk for lashing out, however, not bad enough to apologize. He was very crude and hurtful. I gained two pounds eating that ice-cream this weekend because of him and I had to do extra yoga on Sunday and this morning to make up for the overindulgence.

Okay, so how about that email.

The last one I got was yesterday, from the Suit Master. He basically said he was sorry I wasn’t interested and he wouldn’t bother me again. It was composed diplomatically and very sweet. The entire time I read it my stomach was twisted in knots for not writing him back sooner. I’ve been a bit busy and preoccupied in my own stuff. To be honest, the more I think about the possibility of dating I get somewhat excited. Then, I take into consideration all my partner would have to give up or endure in regards to my past. And reality smacks me in the face, leaving the prospect of dating a messy emotion that renders me ill.





From: Lotionlady316

To: Suitmaster6979

Dear Suit Master,

Sorry I’ve taken so long to write. You were right in your first email stating I would probably want to delete that message and run. Although, you should know your email stuck with me all of last week. So, I have given in and decided to write back. Please don’t take my lack of eagerness personally. I didn’t start this dating online fiasco until my best friend nagged me into it. It’s new to me and it’s intensely overwhelming. I can see how a woman or a man could easily be objectified based on looks. I couldn’t tell you how many emails I have received this week, with the same distaste that I am sure you have experienced yourself. Your emails have given me hope in the male race. It’s refreshing to know not all of you are shallow perverts who think women want to be greeted with a penis picture.

I’m elated to hear you are an Edgar Allen Poe fan, too. He isn’t my favorite literary writer, but he is among some of those I deem greater than most. I can’t decide if it’s his dark, yet grim beautiful take on things or something else entirely that has made me love him since I began reading his works in grammar school. I’ll never forget the first time I read The Tell-Tale Heart; it was unique and piqued my interest from the first sentence.

I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to say in these things. You are my first correspondent on this site. Would you like to tell me Suit Master, what it is you do for a living? Is the dog in your profile picture yours?