Page 39 of Hollywood King
“Drive me past Cathy’s please. But don’t stop. I don’t want her to think I’m being a…overly interested.”
He chuckled and took off down the road. The sun set while we drove, and I focused out on the terrain as street lights whizzed past one by one.
We arrived at Cathy’s quickly, but I didn’t see any lights except….by the front door. I caught sight of Edgar walking from her door to his BMW on the curb. What was he doing there so late?
Check on her. Right. He had to be checking on her. I took some steady breathes forcing my heart beat to settle down. We continued home, and I waited until I got my jacket and tie off before dialing her number. She answered after two rings.
“Hello?”
“Miss me yet?”
She chuckled, and I heard the sheets ruffling in the background.
“Are you still in bed?”
“Resting, like the good girl I promised I’d be. But my fever is gone, and I feel better now.”
“Is that what Eddy said?” So I’m not perfect. I had to know why he visited her so late in the evening.
“Eddy? No I haven’t seen him since this morning.”
My heartbeat pounded in my ears. “This morning?” I couldn’t admit to creepily surveilling her home on the way to mine.
“Yeah, Eddy came over this morning and made sure I had everything I needed to get through the day. Then he left.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? What’s that tone? Do you want me to give you his number? I’m sure he’d be flattered you’d ask him out.”
She giggled, and some of the tension stringing across my shoulders eased. I didn’t have any right to be jealous if he’d even been there, and she lied about it. Cathy and I weren’t officially together, and yet I’ve thought of her as mine since our first kiss so many years ago. She’d never belong to another man. And no man would ever love her like I can.
“Heath, are you still there?”
I dragged my focus back from murky cliff edges. “Yes, sorry. It was a long day.”
“Did you call just to check on me?”
No one could miss that tone of voice. “Initially, but something tells me you want to finish the conversation we had earlier. Are you healthy enough for that?”
“I’m a doctor, too, you know. I declare myself perfectly healthy for phone sex. Please proceed, Mr. Cliff.”
As tempting as her offer was, I wanted her to feel what I wanted to do to her as I did it. I wanted to whisper each depraved idea which crossed my mind into her ear and see how her body reacted to my imagination.
“As amazing as that sounds, I think I’m too tired to make sure you are fully satisfied. But, can I pick you up tomorrow night? I can cook you dinner, and we cantalkthen.”
“Just talk hm…?”
The idea of Cathy touching herself, waiting for what she knew I could give her, shot me hard in seconds. I swallowed heavily. “Well, to begin at least. You rest up, Cathy. Tomorrow I want to see your naughty side.”
“Sweet dreams,” she whispered, and hung up.
My erection ached already, and I gripped it through my pants. Now I needed to make it until tomorrow. I’d waited so long, the idea of 24 more hours of not being inside her felt unbearable.
