Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Tan,” I said louder, raising my voice. “I can’t tonight.”
This time she heard.
“Why not?” she asked, making a pouty face, her lips pulled in a frown, standing up straight. “Red, red wine not good enough? You want white?”
I laughed while shaking my head again.
“No, I have plans already, you know, stuff that I committed to ahead of time,” I said pointedly.
The blonde pouted again, but changed her tune on the turn of a dime.
“Oh my god, you mean divorce stuff?” she whispered, her eyes suddenly wide. “Sorry, honey, didn’t realize. Sure no problem, tell Gary to fuck himself, he deserves it,” she added.
I tried to keep my expression neutral. In fact, it wasn’t divorce stuff I had on my plate, but it was easier to let my co-worker think it was, distract her from the real story. So I just nodded soberly.
“Yeah, I have some papers to sign and all that,” I mumbled, dropping my head as if devastated. “It’s really tough.”
Tanya was immediately repentant.
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” she cooed, putting an arm around me, her hand warm and reassuring. “Like I said, tell him to fuck himself. Tell Gary DeGroot that Tanya Smead says ‘fuck you.’”
I had to laugh again.
“Okay, I will. How about the Bronx tomorrow?” I asked to appease her. “We should check out our handiwork at City College because who knows where they hung the signs this time?” It was true because the last time, our stuff was posted in a utility closet where absolutely no one could see it. Literally, in a dark closet with the door shut where it’d be no good to anyone. God, sometimes I just didn’t know how the world continued to function, nor what City government was coming to.
Tanya nodded.
“Absolutely hon, I’m saving that wine for you. Kay, gotta get this ass back to work before Saunders swings by and beats me. Toodle-oo!” she sang with a wave and a wink, and just like that, my co-worker disappeared into the maze of cubes, swallowed up by the labyrinth.
I sighed before swinging back around to stare at my monitor again, my head rushing with my thoughts. Because there was no divorce stuff to take care of, no papers to sign, no loose threads to tie up. That shit was done, and for the better because Gary was an afterthought now, a nobody from my past. Instead, my thoughts were consumed with Tucker, his big body, his laugh, the way his blue eyes took me in, my every curve, my every eager, hungry breath. The delivery man was curious about me, had asked me a lot of questions about myself and shamefully, I’d asked almost none about him, it’d been a one-sided conversation.
But it was easy enough to remedy. After all, I just had to place another order with NYC Concierge and my delivery man would show up like magic. My body heated up just thinking about it, my mouth going dry, my cunt beginning to moisten. Oh god, oh god. I was supposed to be working, supposed to be looking over papers, plotting strategy, doing business things, but all I could think about was touching, savoring, tasting my delivery man’s package … all over again.
9
Laurie
I flipped open my laptop at home and clicked to NYC Concierge’s page. Hmmm, what to get today? Unconsciously, I licked my lips, my body heating up a thousand degrees, my mind already whirling with anticipation of the fun times ahead.
Because I knew how concierge services worked. You put in an order and then a messenger gathers your purchases and makes the delivery. But NYC Concierge had gone one better and part of their white glove “elite” service was that you could request a particular messenger for your delivery. In this case, of course I was looking for Tucker.
I clicked over to the “About Us” portion of the web page and I scrolled down the list of names. My eyes lit up upon the word “TUCKER” in all caps, and when I clicked on the link, sure enough, a photo of the big man popped up, his face half-turned away, partially hidden in shadow.
But it was definitely my illicit lover. I could tell by the strong profile, the straight nose and mobile lips, the square jaw apparent even in the slightly blurry image. Oh yeah, that was my man and I clicked on his picture with relish.
Bingo! The site said that Tucker was “currently available” and all I had to do was place an order. I pursed my lips, thinking. What did I need? Well, everything come to think of it. I was still sitting in an unpacked apartment, piles of stuff heaped around me, half the boxes still taped shut. I’d dug around to find some work clothes so that I could show up for my job, but pretty much everything else was still boxed up.