Page 133 of The Art of Almost Losing It
Why isn’t Graham writing?
Maybe he’s making his own video.
I’m soaked again at the thought of seeing his cock. Would he fist it? Narrate about how he’s getting nice and hard to fuck my pussy?
I only have a couple of hours until I can safely leave for the evening. I did get here super early so that I could sneak in without anyone seeing me wearing one of Graham’s suit jackets over the lacy white babydoll dress.
I can survive pantyless.
I endup staying at the office longer than I wanted. One of the associates needs changes on a proposal because “We just hada meeting with the client, and we need to send this to them immediately.”
I’m not even mad because it at least distracts me from the fact that Graham has not responded. Not with a dick pic, not with an emoji, not with a “k thx.”
Nothing.
And I know he saw it.
I was right. He does think I’m unfuckable.
“Dani?”
“Oh! Kraig, hi! I was thinking about making thumbprint cookies this weekend. You’re not allergic to raspberries, are you?” I chirp.
“Nope. Sounds delicious.”
“Great.” I smile at him. “Well.” I slowly turn back to my computer. “Guess I better finish this up…”
“I found these.” Kraig is still standing there, not moving.
“Found what?” I turn back.
Shoot. Crap. What the hell?
In his hands are my panties from the bathroom.
I try not to let him see the shock on my face.
“Do you know whose they are?” he asks calmly.
“Um… I’m not sure.” I swallow.
His eyes slide down my chest.
“They yours?”
“I-I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure?”
“I mean… no. They aren’t.”
He presses them to his face. Inhales deeply.
“Smells like you.”
“Just a weird coincidence.” I scoop my laptop into my bag, shove the cables in the side pocket, and grab my purse. “Have to run. Have a good evening.”
I should be creepedout by Kraig going to fish my panties out of the garbage.
