“Morning.” I call, over my shoulder, going around the side of my desk and throwing my purse down before dropping into my executive chair. I didn’t check my email last night, even though I wanted to. I didn’t want to seem too eager or desperate.
“Need serviced?” Daniel asks, coming into my office and shutting the door behind him, his brown slacks already showing off his substantial manhood.
“Not this morning, Daniel, I’m sorry I’ve got a lot of work to do.” I lie, to be honest I don’t feel right allowing him to service me right before I plan on exchanging another email with this new man. It seems wrong.
“Oh.” Slumping his shoulders with a frown, he turns and opens the door to leave.
“You know I love you, Daniel, I’m sorry.” I apologize, because I know how much he loves getting me off. I’m not sure why, but it’s something he’s grown to love and obviously need, over this past year.
“Thanks.” He mopes, shutting me into my office alone.
Waking my computer, my stomach is doing nervous summersaults. I can’t believe I’m this excited to be reading an email from a man I don’t even know. Other than he’s a lawyer, has a dog, and a few other things.
Opening my dating website, my manicured fingers can’t click fast enough. I’m so excited and nervous and finicky. I can’t sit still.
Oh my God, he emailed me!! Twice!!
From: SuitMaster6979
To: Lotionlady319
Monday 8:45 p.m.
To my darling Lotion Lady,
I’m sorry your impression of lawyers has been tainted this week. Yes, I do know Gage Masterson; his office is a big name in these parts. No, he’s not my boss, so you don’t have to feel sorry for me. My law office is in Cartersville as is my primary residence.
From reading your profile, other than your love for reading and apparently fashion because your profile picture shows you wearing a navy Dolce & Gabbana lace dress. My sister is a fashion queen and has taken her unwilling younger brother under her fashion-obsessed wing, since I was five. I never stood a chance. My older brother lucked out and will forever be the mismatched bachelor, which my fun vivacious sister uncouthly teases at every family gathering.
What I leading into asking is…do you have any other loves or hobbies? Other than your impeccable fashion sense and astounding literary passion?
The warmest hugs - The Suit Master
P.S. Pardon my frankness, but quoting brilliant women such as Maya Angelou is not only the quickest way to my heart but into my pants. As if, your intelligence and beauty hadn’t already sealed the deal.
P.S.S. “There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in proportion.”
I’m swooning! It’s happened! I am officially hooked. He is by far the most interesting man I’ve ever spoken with. Or emailed, is more accurate. I haven’t exactly spoken with him.
Second email! I wonder how good this one is going to be? Ekkk!!!
From: SuitMaster6979
To: Lotionlady319
Tuesday 6:45 a.m.
To the lovely Lotion Lady,
I know you are probably not into work yet. I was checking my messages and realized I haven’t heard back from you. So, I thought I’d drop you a line before I dive into my latest case. It’s been a difficult one for me to deal with. Sorry, I can’t divulge more information than that.
How’s your morning? I hope you have a great day at work. You’re pretty blue eyes and bright smile will be in my thoughts until I fall asleep tonight.
Sincerest Heart - Suit Master
P.S “Beauty awakens the soul to act.”
Yet again, another amazing email, how in the hell do you respond to that? Is it just me or does he seem too good to be true? I’m trying to be realistic here. I’m not a pessimist but he’s sweet, dresses nice; thanks to his sister. And he has ten other spectacular things going for him, mainly, the working with abused women and children. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear this man seemed a lot like Gage. Same profession it terms of lawyer and suits. Except the fact, Gage’s office is in Heartfair, I don’t think he does abuse cases, he isn’t very nice, and I’m quite certain he’s not as eloquently versed. He proved that yesterday in the conference room when he blatantly stated verbatim “Ms. Keagan displayed unprofessionalism when trying to have my clients sign the documents, by exposing the tops of her boobs.”
Yes, he used the word boobs, not breasts. I was somewhat surprised in his argument fun bags wasn’t the verbiage of choice. Apparently, in the court of law it’s acceptable to speak of boobs. Sounds immature to me, but hey, I might be slightly on the bitter side. Just thinking about that pompous fucker who is way too good looking makes me even angrier, mainly at God. How is it fair to be that sexy and smart, but still be a complete asshat? It doesn’t add up, and if I don’t stop thinking about him, I’m going to ruin my day and it’s starting out so well.