I reach into my robe and rip off my bra. If I’m not getting laid, I’m at least getting comfy. I see my phone sitting on the nightstand, and I immediately get curious as to what Sawyer texted Todd. I plop down on my bed and open up our text thread, but the message he sent is deleted. Of course. I could ask Todd, but then he’d know it was Sawyer who texted him, and I don’t want to involve him any more than he already has been.
I decide to text Todd anyway.
Me: Sorry about tonight. Can’t wait to redeem that raincheck. What do you have going on tomorrow?
I lean back on my pillow and stare up at the ceiling. I hope I didn’t mess things up too much with Todd. We had a good thing going before Sawyer had to go and mess it all up just like he does with everything.
My phone dings with a text alert, and I reach over to see how Todd responded. Hopefully I didn’t scare him off too much. I read the name on the text, and then I read it again. What? Who is this?
Secret Workplace Lover: I left you a present on your phone so you can finish. I never break my promises.
Me: Who is this?
Secret Workplace Lover: How many rooms did you sneak into tonight that you don’t even know who this is?
Me: I didn’t give you this number.
Secret Workplace Lover: I knew you wanted to though. Are you touching yourself yet?
I stare at my phone with my mouth hanging open. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I quickly edit the contact to update his name. I don’t need someone accidentally finding that contact name and thinking there’s something going on with us.
Me: I wouldn’t tell you if I was.
Fuckface: Did you find my present yet?
Me: What are you talking about?
Fuckface: Think really hard. I’m sure you can figure it out.
Jesus fuck. This asshole. I take a breath and try to figure out what he’s talking about. It has to be a picture of some sort. I click on my gallery and hold my breath that there isn’t a dick pic waiting for me.
I see the video icon next to a black screen, and I debate on whether or not I should click play. This seems like a bad idea.
Curiosity gets the better of me though, and I can’t help myself. I press the play button. The video moves in slow motion. He must’ve filmed it with that on. I see Sawyer’s hand grab a glass of water in the bathroom, and then the video camera turns around so it is a close up of his chest. His hand slowly moves up with the glass, and then he pours the water down his chest. The slow-mo makes every water droplet show as they run down every ripple and muscle. I feel myself drooling, so I sit up straighter to snap myself out of it.
Me: Ahh so you’re a pornstar now?
Fuckface: Lucky you, getting free content and all.
Me: I’m sure I could afford it. Looks to be very cheap content.
Fuckface: Are you as turned on as I am?
Me: If your dick is shriveled up and limp, then yes, I am equally as turned on as you.
Fuckface: I haven’t been limp since the moment you were all over me on that dance floor.
Me: Sounds like a medical problem. Pop too many of those little blue pills tonight?
Fuckface: You’re my fucking little blue pill. Touch yourself.
Why am I even responding to this fucker? And fuck. Why am I playing with my nipples? Oh fuck it. It’s not like he’ll know what I am doing. I slide my hand down my stomach and dip my fingers into my panties.
Me: You can wank off all you want. Leave me out of it.
Fuckface: I have been since the moment I got back in my room.
Ugh, why is that turning me on so much? I lightly dip my fingers into my wetness, and then I move them back up over my clit where I swirl them around a little.