We haven’t done #9 yet.
A long pause.
I had to look at the list, he wrote.
You don’t have it memorized?
I do. Just needed to be sure you were suggesting what you’re suggesting. Which you are. Suggesting that.
Allie smiled. Typed, S - E - X - T, B - A - B - Y!!! followed by three thumbs-up emoji.
It was enjoyable to imagine Winston squirming in his office chair.
How will this work? he asked.
You’re the one who put it on the list.
Yes.
How do you want it to work?
Are you able to…
Not at the airport. Not with May sitting in the terminal, all judgy. But we can take care of you. Do you have some kind of executive bathroom suite in your office?
Already there. I’ve locked the door. There’s a bench to sit on.
Very enterprising of you. So what we do is, I type, and you wank.
Three dots appeared on her screen. Disappeared. Reappeared. Disappeared. He couldn’t decide what to say.
Nervous, baby?
Yes.
I’ll take care of you. Do you have it out yet?
Um.
Are you typing with your left hand?
Y
Allie sent her next string of texts one sentence at a time, for maximum effect.
That’s good.
Imagine I’m with you, locked in that bathroom.
I came by to see you.
I’m wearing a dress with flowers all over it, with no sleeves, that’s full on the bottom with all these layers of underskirts.
And no panties.
You took a phone call, and I sat in front of you on your desk with my legs spread, so you could see everything.
But I wouldn’t let you touch.