The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

What is happening to me? The sex was supposed to scratch an itch, not make it worse, like a case of hives from which there’s no relief. Well, no relief that doesn’t include having Sophie within reach at every waking hour.

This has to stop. I’m getting too wrapped up in this woman, and if anyone knows the dangers of being careless with your emotions, it’s me. I have scars that will never heal…even if Sophie Jameson makes me forget about them whenever she’s near.

My phone vibrates, and I pull it from my pocket. My resolution from just a moment ago flies out the window the second I see her name flash on the screen.

Sophie: You up?

My lips curl up as I wonder if she’s aware of the slang meaning of that question.

Me: It’s seven o’clock.

Sophie: Well, I have no idea what time an old man like you goes to bed. *shrugging emoji*

Me: I’m only three years older than you, brat.

Sophie: How do you know how old I am? I’ve never told you.

Me: I’m your employer. It’s in your records.

Sophie: You’ve been reading my records? Geez. Stalker.

Me: I’m pretty sure it’s standard practice for employers to read their employees’ records.

Sophie: How old is Janine?

Me: Who?

Sophie: Point, proven.

Me: What are you talking about?

Sophie: She works as a waitress in your restaurant and is, therefore, your employee. Yet you have no idea how old she is. You don’t even know who she is. LOL

Me: Is this why you texted me? *stern-faced emoji*

Sophie: No.

Sophie: I can’t stop thinking about earlier.

Me: When you had to talk to security about those women who refused to stop climbing on the bar to touch James?

I know I’m being obtuse, but I want her to be less vague. I want her to tell me exactly what I did to her on my desk and describe how it felt. My dick is already swelling from anticipation.

Sophie: Not that.

Me: What then?

Sophie: When you came out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe. That was hilarious.

Me: That did not happen!

Sophie: You didn’t notice. It fell off after a few steps, and the janitor picked it up and tossed it. Pity. It would’ve been great if you’d gone down to the floor like that. *laughing face emoji*

Me: Sophie.

Sophie: Yes, sir?

Me: Tell me why you’re texting.

There’s a long pause, and I see the three little dots appear and disappear several times before her next text comes through.

Sophie: I can’t stop thinking about you licking and sucking my clit while your fingers fucked me on your desk. I’m aching for more, and my own fingers aren’t enough. I want to feel your cock inside me.

Me: Get your ass over here. Right now.