Ashton Scott
“Yes?” Her voice is so fucking sexy when she’s just come.
“Be ready for a long night.”
29
Lorelei
My back arches off the bed as I come for the third time tonight. Gripping my phone with one hand and the sheet with the other, I say, “I need a break, Ashton. My vagina is so sensitive I think it might explode if I touch it again any time soon.”
We’ve been FaceTiming for an hour and a half, mixing orgasms in between laughter and conversations about our lives. It’s been amazing, but I’m honestly not sure I can go on much longer. He’s wearing me out.
His smile appears on my phone and he says, “No more orgasms, but I’m not ready to hang up yet.”
I position one arm underneath my head on the pillow and hold my phone up in front of me with the other. “Okay, tell me how you’re going with the investigation into the fire. We haven’t talked about that yet tonight.”
His smile disappears. “I learnt some disturbing news today. It seems the three guys who died had been shooting up in the bathroom when the fire started, and that’s why they died. Everyone else followed standard safety procedures, but these guys weren’t where they should have been, so at first, the foreman didn’t realise they were still inside. It wasn’t until he was counting heads that he realised they were missing, but by the time the firemen got inside, they were dead.”
“That’s awful.”
“Telling their families will be awful.”
I sit up and hold my phone in both hands. “You’re going to tell them? Wouldn’t that be the foreman’s job, or the police’s?”
He runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m going to do it. These men worked on my building. I feel a responsibility to their families.”
“You’re a good man, Ashton.”
He’s quiet for a moment, the mood still sombre. And then he says, “I’m just doing what any boss would do.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not sure they would. I think a lot would pass the buck.”
His phone sounds with a text, and I wonder who it could be at this time of night. It’s late in Perth but super late in Sydney. One thirty in the morning here to be exact.
He checks his text and then says, “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I haven’t got any plans. Why?”
“Alessandra could do with some company at a soccer game. You up for it?”
“Sure. Just text me the info and I’ll go hang out with her. I really like your sister.” I try to stifle a yawn, but he sees it.
“You should go to sleep, beautiful.”
My tummy flutters when he calls me that. I can’t deny that I like it. “Yeah, I should. I don’t want to, but I will.”
“I’ll be home tomorrow night. I’ll take you out to dinner.”
I smile sleepily. “Sounds good. Call me before you leave so I know what time to be ready for.”
We end the call and it doesn’t take me long to drift off. I’m fairly sure my dreams tonight will consist of Ashton doing dirty things to me, because it’s what I’m waiting for from him tomorrow.
* * *
Alessandra raises her glass and clinks it with mine. “Here’s to girlfriends who get you through hard times.” With that, she downs half her glass of wine.
It’s almost six on Sunday night and she’s been at my place for two hours drinking wine and laying her heart out for me. I arrived at soccer just after three thirty to find her and Malcolm arguing. He suggested I take her home, and I’d agreed, but on the way, she said she didn’t want to go home. Instead, she purchased two bottles of wine and asked me to bring her here.
I sip my wine. I’m still on my second glass because I really didn’t want to drink, but she’d insisted I should. “What time is Malcolm coming to pick you up?” I don’t mind her staying, but I’m concerned she’s going to write herself off before he arrives.