“Oh, yeah. You’ll do nicely.”
He went back and sat down on the bed. He leaned back against the headboard and put his arms behind his head, just relaxing and enjoying the view while I stood on display. I could see his stupid bulging biceps. I hated myself for it, but the way he was inspecting me, coupled with those stupid bulging biceps, was getting me a little more wet. I didn’t know what he had planned. My heart was beating fast.
“Please,” he said. “Sit.” He patted the bed beside him, and I tried to sit seductively. Unfortunately, the thong was giving me a major wedgie.
My face betrayed nothing.
“Can you pass me that?” James asked.
“What?” I started looking around for a tube of lubricant, a whip, or some handcuffs.
“The remote,” he said matter-of-factly.
I handed it to him. So I guessed we were going to watch some porn.
James turned on New England Sports News and sighed happily. “They’re on the road. Tampa Bay. The game’s on in half an hour,” James said.
“Huh?” I asked, thoroughly confused.
He turned to me with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I said the Red Sox game’s on in half an hour.”
“You want to watch the game?”
“Don’t you?” He asked innocently.
Well, I thought, two can play this game. “Absofuckinglutely,” I said, turning back to the television. I decided to ignore both him and my wedgie.
James
The Red Sox weren’t playing well, but for once, I didn’t care. Audrey was back, and she was next to me. She was also wearing some very hot black lingerie, but I wasn’t going to address that. Not yet. There were hours before the photo shoot, hours I had to spend with just her.
I wasn’t good at apologies—I had no experience making them. But I did want to make this morning up to her, so I was doing it the only way I knew how. I was going to give her what she liked: baseball and food.
“You want something to eat?” I asked.
She looked at me suspiciously. She probably thought I meant my cock. “What’s on the menu?”
I grabbed my tablet and pulled up the menu from the Stratum’s restaurant. “Burgers, Caesar salads, steak tips…”
“I’ll have a burger,” she said and shrugged, trying to sound casual. “And a Caesar salad. And a beer.” She looked at me quickly. “If you’re having one.”
I picked up my cell phone and ordered two burgers, two Caesar salads, and extra onion rings. “They’re good,” I mouthed to Audrey while I was on the phone.
“What about the beer?”
“I have some.”
She got up in that outfit and went out the kitchen. I got to see her glorious ass, round and muscular, in a thong. She made her way out the door slowly, making sure I got a good, long look. Holy shit. My dick got instantly hard. One minute later, she clicked back in, carrying two IPAs. She placed one gently on my nightstand, leaning down so her tits were practically in my face. She looked over and saw the obvious bulge in my pants. Then she stood up and smiled, as if she’d won something. She strutted back to her side of the bed and showed me that ass one more time. Then she sat down, drinking her beer and ignoring me until my erection gave up and finally withered, dejected and alone.
The door buzzed, and Audrey looked down at herself. “I think you better get it,” she said. She eyed my pants. “You okay to do that?”
“I’m fine,” I said, grinning. “I’ve just seen your ass in a thong. I’m gonna die a happy man.”
* * *
We started to eat on my bed. I got up and threw Audrey one of my old Wharton T-shirts.
“What’s that for?” she asked.