Page 28 of Close Encounters of the Hot Kind

"I knew I could not keep such a secret from one as quick-witted and observant as you, Aileen." His accent caresses each word. "I, too, wish to see you. There is much I have to tell you, much to discuss-"

"Stop right there." My voice quivers but I grip the phone tighter. "There's one condition about us seeing each other tonight."

I squeeze my eyes shut, my face burning. The memory of our kiss in his office sends sparks through my body. No backing down now.

"You HAVE to finish what you started in your office." The words rush out before I lose my nerve. "You can't get a girl all worked up like that and then just leave her hanging. So talk all you want, I'd better get what I want tonight."

"Don't worry, little delicacy," Varak purrs. "We're ALL going to get what we want tonight."

I squirm, unable to resist the urge to play with myself while on the phone with Varak. His voice, that accent, it's all too much. I can feel the heat building between my legs, my breath hitching as I touch myself.

"Promise?" I gasp, my toes curling as my body shivers with the approach to orgasm.

"I promise," Varakian replies in a primal tone. "Are you touching yourself right now?"

I hesitate, then admit, "Yes," and it's thrilling on another level. I've never been this open, this vulnerable with anyone before.

"You may continue," Varakian says, his voice commanding yet gentle. "But you can't come yet."

I scoff, my hand stilling as my orgasm is deferred because of his audacity. "Why not?" I demand, my voice laced with frustration.

"Because," Varakian says, his voice firm, "I have not given you permission to yet."

My breath hitches, a mix of annoyance and excitement coursing through me. I bite my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. The thought of him watching me, touching me, it's almost too much to bear. "And what if I don't want to wait?" I tease, my voice laced with defiance.

"Then I suppose I'll have to punish you," Varakian says, his voice laced with a dark promise that sends a thrill of anticipation through me.

I let out a soft moan, my body aching with need.

"And what kind of punishment are we talking about?" I ask softly.

"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" Varakian says, his voice laced with amusement.

I let out a frustrated groan, my body throbbing with unfulfilled desire. "Fine," I concede, my voice laced with defeat. "But you better make it worth the wait."

"Oh, I intend to," Varakian grols. "Now, be a good girl and get ready for our date. I'll see you soon."

With that, he hangs up, leaving me aching and desperate for more. I let out a soft sigh, my body still humming with need as I get ready for our date. One thing's for sure, tonight is going to be anything but ordinary.

My fingers trail over the hangers in my closet, a wicked grin springing to life on my face. "So, he wants to tease me, does he? Let's see how he handles this."

The black lace g-string barely covers anything. The matching bra is practically transparent, more suggestion than substance. Perfect. My reflection in the mirror sends a thrill through me - I look dangerous, daring.

The little black dress slides over my skin like silk. It hugs every curve, the hem hitting mid-thigh. I've only worn it once before, at my cousin's bachelorette party. Dad nearly had an aneurysm when he saw the photos.

Speaking of Dad... I press my ear to the door, listening. The familiar sounds of a baseball game drift up from downstairs.

"Strike three! Can you believe this guy?" Dad's voice booms.

"Sam, lower your voice!" Mom scolds.

Perfect timing. The Cubs game will keep them distracted.

I ease my door open, wincing at every tiny creak. The stairs are trickier - there's that one spot on the third step that always squeals. I hold my breath, taking each step with careful precision.

Dad and Mom's silhouettes glow in the television's light. Neither turns as I creep past the living room doorway.

"Come on, come on, come on..." The announcer's voice covers my footsteps.

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