Page 92 of Let's Get Textual

I make my way down the stairs and am genuinely surprised at what I find at the bottom.

I remember Zach telling me he works in the basement, so when I find two round chairs smack dab in the middle of the room with massive TV screens hanging on the wall across from them, I’m stunned. There are two large cabinets with a mouse and keyboard on each one sitting below them. This doesn’t look anything like an office.

I make my way over to the inviting chair and settle into it, spinning around in circles, taking in the room.

It’s so…peaceful.

I know Zach creates apps for a living, but when he said apps and basement, I was not expecting something so fancy.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

I jump at the sound of Zach’s voice and spin the chair to find him leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. I won’t lie, him standing in only sleep pants, no shirt, has my body humming to life again.

“This is not a nerd zone, Zach. I’m almost disappointed. I was expecting walls of Mountain Dew, Dorito fingerprints everywhere, lots of dark creepy corners, and about ten different computer monitors.”

“I told you, I’m a different breed of nerd.” He pushes off the wall and takes a seat in the chair opposite mine. “Want to see what I’m working on?”

I nod and watch as he grabs a keyboard from the shelf then returns to the chair. He sits there, staring at the screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

“This,” he says when something bright fills the screen, “is the code for a new app for that program I was telling you about at the park.”

“Embody Positivity?”

He grins, pleased I remember. “Yep. I’m working on adding a new meet-up function, trying to make it easier for kids to find a safe place to hang and friends to hang with.”

“Wow, Zach. That’s really awesome.”

His eyes are focused on the screen as he presses more buttons and brings up several more apps. He takes the time to explain each one, and I can see the pride in his eyes. He takes his work seriously, and it’s clear he loves being a creator.

Such a shame his ex couldn’t see that, couldn’t see the joy this side of the company brings him.

“I still can’t believe you developed my favorite sticky note app. I love that thing.”

He smiles smugly. “You’re welcome.”

His fingers fly over the keyboard again as he shuts the system back down.

I swivel around in the chair, and Zach notices my penchant for doing so.

“You like the chairs?”

“Like? Ilovethem. They’re stupid comfortable. I could sit down here all day and watch you work.”

“Watch me work? You want to watch me squint at a screen all day?”

I nod. “Oh, Zach. You don’t even know how sexy it is. Your eyebrows pinch together and you do the cutest thing with your mouth. Don’t even get me started on how hot your fingers are with how fast they fly over the keyboard. Makes me wonder about things.”

His brows lift. “What kind of things, Delia?”

I grin and spin around in the chair again. “Like, you know…things.”

When I spin back around, Zach’s there on his knees, waiting to catch the chair. He jerks it to a stop and I sit up, our noses now mere inches apart.

His touch begins at my ankles as he slowly drags his fingertips up my calves, over my knees, and right up along my thighs. He stops at the hem of the shirt I’m wearing.

“My shirt is sexy on you, Delia.” He grabs the hem and tugs, lifting it up to see what’s underneath, then trails his fingers under the shirt, under the edge of my panties. My legs spread of their own accord, welcoming his exploring touch.

Moving the material aside, he keeps eye contact with me as he circles my clit with the tip of his finger. I want to close my eyes, want to throw my head back and moan, but I don’t want to miss the way his green eyes light up.

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