Page 78 of Pipe Dreams

Lauren:Hi yourself.

Mike:I looked for you on the jet to Motor City.

Lauren:I wasn’t on the jet.

Mike:Eventually I figured that out.

Lauren:Good. A goalie needs sharp eyes.

Mike:I looked for you at yoga and at lunch. And by the rooftop pool. Then I flexed my muscles at the sweet young thing at the front desk and tried to pry your room number out of her.

Lauren:And it didn’t work?

Mike:Sure it did. But she said you weren’t staying here.

Lauren:She was just blowing you off.

Mike:Really? You’re here?

Lauren:No. Just pulling your chain. :)

Mike:So why are you not here? We need to work on our project together. :)

Lauren:I’m working on Nate’s project.

Mike:?!?!?!?!?

Lauren:Let me clarify—it’s a different kind of project.

Mike:What kind?

Lauren:Something came up at KTech, and Nate needs me here this week. Can’t say what, though. Not being coy. I signed an NDA.

Mike:You must be very important.

Lauren:The importantest. Ask anyone.

Mike:If you were here, I’d remove all your clothes and make you tell me all the secrets.

Lauren:If I was there, I’d probably let you. You’re very persuasive.

Lauren:Crap. I shouldn’t joke like this on the Katt Phone. I WOULDN’T REALLY TELL. KIDDING, BOSS.

Mike:You think he has all your texts scanned for potential espionage?

Lauren:No idea if the bots we always joke about are real. But either way, I’m one of the most dedicated, hardworking employees of the world’s best company; it’s important the bots don’t get the wrong idea. :)

Mike:You are very persuasive, too. I wonder if my texts are also scanned. I probably shouldn’t text you what I’ve been thinking about.

Lauren:Right.

Mike:The bots might like a thrill, though. I’m lying in my hotel bed, wishing you were here with me. I feel like nibbling on your thighs a little. For an appetizer. Then I want to dine on the main course. Slowly.

Lauren:Wowzers. I hope the bots are taking a night off.

Mike:Oh, relax. Innuendo won’t summon the bots. That probably requires dirty words. IE I want to lick your pussy until you’re dripping for me. Then I want you to ride my cock until I explode inside you.

Mike’s Katt Phone rang in his hand, and he swiped to answer it. “Hello there, hot stuff. Is your phone burning up in your hand?”