Page 2 of Mistaken Assumptions

And just like that, a dose of cold water metaphorically dumped all over me. “Sorry I asked.”

On the other side of the phone call, a door was pressed closed.

“Don’t be.” Karter’s voice was a touch harder as he demanded, “Tell me what you are wearing, Pint Size.”

There it was. Just like that he had my heart hammering. “Black skirt and camisole,” I replied as I shrugged out of my jacket and blouse in case he wanted picture evidence that I had stripped down already. This phone call had just taken a very interesting turn.

“How do you feel?”

“Well,” I shifted back into the couch, “If you were here, you would see that my nipples are hard and straining against this silver bralette I’m wearing, since I’m all aroused. And…” I breathed into the phone, “If you were here, I’d run my palm against the crotch of your slacks. So tell me…what would I find?”

There was a soft moan on the other end of the phone, before Karter rasped, “You would find my cock hard and straining against the seams.”

“Good.” I unzipped my skirt and slipped my hand down beneath my panties. “Because I’d make those slacks fall to the floor so fast and have you in my fist in a matter of seconds. My panties are silver too, by the way—” my back arched a little as my fingers began to circle my own clit. “And they’re soaked.”

“Rhea—”

“You sure you can’t come over?” I paused my ministrations to add the practical, “And bring supper?”

A low chuckle floated through the phone. “I can’t, Pint Size, but if you just lie back and slip your fingers into your panties, I can make you feel so good while you wait for your food to be delivered.”

“I didn’t put the order in—”

“I did. Now…” Karter changed tactics, “I want to hear your gasps and moans of pleasure filling this phone. Start touching yourself, Rhea.”

“Only if your fist is already around that thick cock of yours,” I hedged.

“Done.”

2 Rhea

I rolled over in my own bed. My body had woken up refreshed, although that sleepy, post orgasm haze still lingered now that it was morning. Between the phone sex, the second session with the vibrator, and then the third go around in the shower, I had been relaxed enough to pass out last night. The sad reality was that I needed that amount of relaxation to unwind enough for sleep.

When I thought of Karter, he was the man from the bar—not my business rival. That was the only way I could justify the situation and allow myself enough gray margin to have phone sex and then use him as the center of my fantasies.

And he was the only one who could help me take down the business leech that I desperately needed to destroy. After the events of the gala, I had given Karter every piece of necessary information I possessed on that subject. Then we had mutually gone to work in our spare time to discover other methods for destruction. It was proving to be fruitful.

But his morning text, the one that I saw first when I reached for my phone after a languid, full body stretch was a decedent photo from him—probably taken right after he woke up earlier this morning. His dark hair was disheveled, and my fingers itched to run through it, pushing it off his angular face.

Biting my bottom lip, I contemplated how I would reply to him.

Me: Your sheets look soft.

I had settled on diversion. He was just so fun to tease.

If only he wasn’t a Livingston—what could we have then?

It wasn’t the first time I had wished he was anyone else. Karter would be a great asset to network with. As I rolled out of bed and made my way back to my bathroom for a fast version of getting ready, thoughts of him filled my head.

I was back to wearing light foundation and no concealer. My face had healed nicely, but every time my knee twinged, I felt a surge of anger at the fucker who had threatened me.Rodger will fall soon.I flicked a touch of blush on my cheeks and tried not to bristle at my reflection.

When my hair was pulled into a low chignon and I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup, my phone pinged. It reminded me that even though I wanted Rodger destroyed—and soon!—it would put an end to my temporary friendship.What will I do about Karter?

I looked down at his sad-face-emoji, which was followed immediately by a suggestion that had me laughing.

Karter: If it’s sheets you want, I’ll buy you a pair. Best set I’ve ever owned.

I tapped out a message and set the phone back on the marble bathroom counter.

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