Page 31 of Lies You Told
Chloe: I’m sure she will.
Chloe: My profile is up to date on the app.
Jaxson: Mine too. I guess I have some reading to do before tonight.
Jaxson: My place or yours?
Chloe: Yours.
Jaxson: Want an escape route?
Chloe: Something like that.
Jaxson: I could meet you at your office.
Chloe: Can we make it a block away?
Jaxson: Of course. 6 PM?
Chloe: Sounds perfect.
I sit back in my chair, biting my lip and smiling. I look at my call list and see my pain-in-the-ass documentary-producer client is on my call list. Usually, dealing with her would cause me to be in a bad mood the rest of the day, but nothing can kill this high I’m feeling right now.
I’m walking down the sidewalk when I see Jaxson standing with his back against the wall and his legs crossed at the ankles. He’s too engrossed in his phone to notice me staring. I enjoy the view for a moment. He is a good-looking guy, especially today, with scruff on his face.
My pussy starts to tingle, and I carry on walking toward him. It’s been a while since we’ve been attracted to someone. I’m just glad we’re both on the same page.
“You enjoy the view?” he asks, looking at me over his phone.
Busted! I guess he did see me coming.
“You got my gift on you?” I say with raised eyebrows.
“Of course,” he says, patting his jacket pocket. He doesn’t look bulky, so he must have taken it out of the box.
“Aren’t you worried your office cleaner will find a box for a cock ring in your office?”
“Not at all. I put the empty box in the trash of a guy I don’t like on my floor.”
We both burst out laughing as he pulls me in for a side hug. God, he smells good. He smells expensive.
“Did you just sniff me?” He smiles. Jaxson has one of those smiles spread over his entire face, and you can see the sparkle in his eyes.
The walk from the subway station to Jaxson’s apartment is one I know well. It’s only a couple of blocks from my apartment. Funny how we haven't stumbled across each other on the subway yet. Of course, I get a cab most mornings, not wanting to deal with the pushing and pulling of a busy commute.
He pulls his keys out of his pocket, looking at me over his shoulder.
“I never thought Chloe Lawson would see the inside of my apartment.”
I smile at him weakly. I’m nervous. I know why, but I guess it’s a good kind of nervousness.
“Take a seat,” he says, guiding me towards the couch as he helps me out of my jacket. I’m glad, again, that I wore this silk blouse.
I watch as he walks towards his kitchen, his apartment a similar layout to my own.
“Wine? Or something stronger?”
“Wine would be nice, red if you have it.”
