Page 35 of Out of Office
“How do you find that hour, though? You just said you have to clear your inbox before going to bed tonight. When do you do that fun stuff we talked about when you were here?”
“Time...hmm. The concept of time for me flows very differently when not on vacation. I try to squeeze in every minute of the day. But to answer your question, I check it in bed right before going to sleep.”
“If I was there...you wouldn’t have time to do that,” I murmured, helpless to keep my thoughts in.
“Oh,” Gen breathed, and her tongue sneaked out to catch a stray drop of milk.
“Yes, if I was there. After dinner, I’d give you an hour tops to check your email. Then I would find you in your office, hoist you up in my arms, and take you to bed, where I would work very hard to remove all the tension from your day. With my tongue, my fingers, and my dick.”
Gen gasped and flushed dark in the camera. I bit my bottom lip to keep from saying all the nasty things I wanted to do to her right now. Gen started fidgeting, and I wondered what was happening below, which I couldn’t see. Was she rubbing her legs together?
“Are you feeling aroused, Gen? Do you need to rub those lush thighs together? I wish you didn’t have to do that. I wish I was between them, my tongue soothing your needs.” Shit, at this point, I was just jumping in the deep end. I had told this woman I wanted to have a long-distance friendship yesterday; today I was attempting to seduce her with my words. I wanted more, but...this was as much as I could get.
Gen whimpered, and I hardened fully just with that sweet sound. To be there with her right now. To be able to touch her.
“Oh, I... I thought you wanted to be friends?”
“I think we both know I want more than that.”
“Me too but...”
“Gen, how about we let this flow? You and I? We have everything so carefully planned, but what if we jump just like we did that Saturday when you came with me to Villa Bonita?”
Gen’s intense gaze searched me, leaving me bare as if there weren’t more than six thousand kilometers between us.
“Okay.”
My heart rejoiced at her agreement, and I recognized right then and there that Genevieve would change my life.
“So what do you think? Does this look good?” Gen wore a long, one-sleeve, shimmering black gown. Her curves were lush and mouthwatering, and I was certain Genevieve had no idea of her impact on me. Every day I imagined having the honor to be next to her, in her bed, in her room, by her side. If I was there, I’d have removed the dress and shown her how good she looked with only my mouth as an aid.
“Good is an understatement,” I said through the camera, lying down on my bed while she got herself ready for a gala honoring her mother.
“You don’t think its...too much?” Gen ran a hand down her flank over her hips, and I wasn’t shy to say I moaned.
“Define too much because I’m certain we have different definitions and connotations.”
“Do you always think with your little head?” she protested but grinned, then winked. Okay, so she did know what she did to me.
“Gen, I want to make clear here and now that even though I don’t believe in size comparisons, we both know there is nothing little about my—”
“Stop!” She chuckled. “You know what I’m asking about...”
I nodded and sighed. It had been a glorious month. Every day we spoke. First, it was just at night. Then the text messages started one day, when I needed help setting up the ads for Villa Bonita’s social media accounts. In between meetings, Gen guided me through the process and suggested the best markets to advertise to.
We started calls during the day, little check-ins, like the day Gen called to tell me, ecstatic, that she’d booked her business travel for the next month, even though not to Panamá yet, she knew it was just a matter of time.
That night she regaled me with her excitement about her plans for her Jamaica, Barbados, Anguilla, and Saint Vincent tour, where she was going to meet with all the Tropics general managers. She had also planned to do some travel posts based on the journals she’d been canvasing of her journeys, and she beautifully lit up as she strategized her posts. I silently wished I had the means to surprise her but instead focused on her joy.
It wasn’t always excitement on our calls, though; one night she called me on her way home, exasperated about her mother’s machinations. She’d found out that her boss, Jan Ricard, and her mother had been in the same college back in the day. Even though Ricard had promised Gen she had obtained her job under her own talent, Gen couldn’t shake the feeling that Lissette had figured out a way to leverage her friendship. That night I stayed on with her for hours until she finally calmed down enough to eat a bite and get in bed. Her question about her mother did make sense.
“I think your mom might have a thing or two to say, but guess what?”
“I know. I’m a whole grown woman.” She laughed.
“That’s damn right, and from here, I can tell you it’s a good look.” I settled on the bed, running my hand down my T-shirt, wishing I was closer.
“Did you just...where did that hand go?” Gen got closer to the tablet she had propped up on her bathroom counter.