waiting for his call? You can call him.”
This obvious fact startled me out of my reverie. Of course I could call him—why hadn’t I thought of it earlier? If he blew me off, it would be embarrassing, but at least I’d know where things stood.
I picked up my cell phone and flipped it open. Then I remembered—I didn’t have his phone number.
“He never gave it to you—a good sign that he had no interest in seeing you again.” Miss Prudence sounded smug.
“Maybe not. After all, you never asked him for his number,” Miss Hornypants pointed out. “You could call his office.”
Another brilliant suggestion from Miss H. For some reason I always ended up following her advice and ignoring Miss P.
I flipped open the phone book and found Wentworth Properties. My palms sweated as I punched in the number. I negotiated my way through the automated directory and finally reached a human. “David Wentworth, please,” I stammered. I half expected the operator to decline my request, but she immediately connected me. I braced myself, waiting for the sound of David’s voice.
“David Wentworth’s office. Elizabeth Stone speaking,” said an efficient feminine voice.
“Oh…hi. I’d like to speak to David Wentworth, please.”
“Mr. Wentworth is out of town. I’m his assistant. May I help you?”
“Um, no. I’m just a friend. Do you know when he’ll be back?”
“I’m sorry, his plans are uncertain. May I take a message?”
“Uhhh…no message. I’ll just try again next week.”
I hung up abruptly. David had gone out of town without even telling me. That was it. He definitely didn’t want to see me again. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to push away the waves of disappointment and humiliation. Just let it go, Gillian…just move on.
It was close to midnight, but I still couldn’t sleep. I turned the light on and picked up the latest Sue Grafton mystery. Kinsey Millhone was a woman facing real problems. I became completely absorbed in her story.
When my cell phone rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. Who could be calling so late? Probably Anita or someone calling the wrong number.
I flipped open the phone. “Hi, it’s Gillian.” I yawned.
“Gillian, it’s David.”
I nearly said, “David who?” A split second later, I sat bolt upright. “David! It’s so great to hear from you,” I gushed.
“I’m sorry to call so late. I’ve been in Boston all week, dealing with this damned condo project.” He sounded very tired.
“That’s okay, I understand. I was awake when you called.” I felt flushed with happiness.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Gillian. And I get hard every time I think of you.”
“Really?”
“Really. That night with you—and that morning—was incredible.”
“Yes, it was. I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I purred.
“I’m coming back to New York tomorrow night. My flight gets in pretty late, but I thought I could pick you up on the way from the airport to my apartment—”
“Yes!” I blurted out.
David laughed. His laughter was so rare it felt like a triumph every time I coaxed it from him. “I look forward to it. I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said.
“Wait, David.” I didn’t want the conversation to end so quickly. “I thought you might like to know what I’m wearing right now—a black silk teddy with red lace.” (I was actually wearing a faded pink cotton nightshirt with a large coffee stain on the front.)
“Gillian…” His breathing deepened and quickened.
“Are you hard right now, David?”
“Extremely hard.”
“Good. I want you to take your cock out and stroke it for me.”
I waited a moment. He gave a little groan. “I’m stroking it. God, I wish you were here.”
“So do I. I’ve pulled the top of my teddy down…. I’m playing with my hard nipples….”
“Oh, darling, I wish I could see you….”
“Hold on, I’m going to take the teddy off completely. There. I’m spreading my legs…and now my lips. My pussy is very warm and wet. If you were here right now, what would you do to me?”
His breathing was ragged. “I’d run my tongue all over your body…from your throat down to your breasts and then across your belly to your sweet pussy. I’d kiss your pussy and tease your clit with my tongue….”
“David, I want you so much.” I felt completely out of control. My fingers were wet with my juice. “I want your cock in me. I want you to explode in my pussy…I want your cum. Give it to me, David…give me all of your cum….” A cry please give me moreburst from my throat as he let out a long, deep moan. For a minute the only sound was our harsh breathing.
“Oh, that was good.” I sighed. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it. Gillian, I have to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow night. I’ll call you on my way from the airport.” His tone was suddenly abrupt and distant.
“Oh, okay.” I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice. He’s tired, I told myself. “Good night, David. I look forward to tomorrow night.”
I turned off the light and tried to sleep, but once again thoughts of David kept me awake. I was so excited at the prospect of seeing him again—and nervous. He was a complicated man. I’d have to handle him very carefully.
5
“He called, he called, he called,” I sang to Anita over the phone the next morning.
“Ha! I knew it! When will you see him again?”
“Tonight. He’s been in Boston working on a condo project. He’s going to pick me up on his way home from the airport.”
“Sounds like he can’t wait. You’ve gotten under his skin, girl.”
“I don’t know about that.” I sighed. “Sometimes he seems really into me, but other times he seems so distant.”
“Hey, come on, you’ve known each other such a short time. Guys are always wary at this stage.”
“I know, but he’s so different from the other men I’ve dated. I feel like I have to handle him with kid gloves.”
“Well, that’s not a bad idea. But
