Page 48 of Sext Me, Baby
Sara:
You’re younger than me???
Ian:
By several years.
Does that surprise you?
Sara:
Well, yeah. I guess I just assumed…
I mean, from the mentions of your job, it sounded like you’re a well-established businessman.
Ian:
I am. I was fortunate to have a mentor who taught me how to be a successful investor.
I have an office that I can go into, but mostly I work from home like you.
Sara:
It’s more than that, though. It’s the way you talk to me.
You call me babygirl, but I’m older than you. Isn’t that weird?
Ian:
Physical age has nothing to do with emotional age.
By acting as your dominant lover and protector, I become the alpha in our relationship.
Regardless of my age, I know what you need and how to give it to you.
Both in and out of the bedroom.
Sara:
You don’t have to convince me of that. I believe you. Our talks have proved that ten times over.
But now I want to meet you more than ever.
I need to feel your arms around me, Ian. Please.
Ian:
Ok, babygirl, no need to beg. There will be a time for that later.
Your last mission is to meet me at Club North tomorrow night at 10pm.
Sara:
How will I find you?
Ian:
I’ll find you. Wear your red dress for me.
