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I could feel my stomach tighten as my orgasm built.
Sebastian then told me how the big bad Mr. Wolfe fucks Little Red Riding Hood. And I came.
I moaned and called out his name. My cheeks flamed with heat and embarrassment. I’d never had phone sex before.
I sighed as I came back down to earth and turned on my side. He chuckled, gently.
“Was that good?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s the first time I’ve made myself come,” I confessed.
“I’d like to think I had a little part in that,” he replied, chuckling.
“You had a big part in it. I wish you were here.”
“I can be.”
I shook my head. “No, I think I need to sleep now.”
“I need to work. Sweet dreams, Little Red Riding Hood,” he said, and then disconnected the call.
That night I did dream, but there was nothing sweet about them. It was him in the woods, calling me, and mypanic wasn’t because I was trying to run away, but I was trying to run to him. It was him that was just out of reach, not the cottage. I ran while wearing the red dress and heels. I didn’t fall once. I just never quite got to him.
I woke more frustrated than ever.
Chapter Ten
Monica was downstairs when I woke. I could hear her clattering around in the kitchen preparing Grandma’s breakfast. I grabbed my phone and cursed, yet again, that I couldn’t see the time. I reached for my alarm clock and then sighed. It was okay, there was still five minutes before it would go off. I switched it off and climbed from the bed.
“You’re early?” I called down.
“I know, sorry, did I wake you? I was up with the larks so thought I’d get here early. Then you can just concentrate on getting ready for your first day. I bought some pastries as a treat.”
I laughed. “I love you, you know that, right?”
I headed to the bathroom and ran the bath. I piled my hair on top of my head, there wasn’t the time to washand dry it, that shit took an hour. As I washed, I recalled the previous evening’s conversation with Sebastian. I had no idea what was going on between us. The sex was amazing, and, yes, he’d taken me for dinner, but it wasn’t a relationship, I didn’t think. He was a lot older than me. Could we even have a relationship with that age gap?
I dried and dressed in some of the clothes Sebastian had bought. I felt smart, for once. I’d spent too many years in shabby second-hand clothes. I didn’t bother with make-up other than some mascara, and then headed downstairs.
“Wow, look at you. Give us a twirl,” Monica said.
I laughed, holding my arms out, and turned on the spot.
“You look so different. So... grown up, even though you are one.”
“Why, thank you,” I replied, bowing. I picked up Grandma’s handbag and emptied it of the flip flops. I’d use it as a lunch bag as well. “I should buy a flask or a water bottle.”
“I’m sure you can get coffee and water in the office,” she replied.
I sat and accepted the cup of tea she offered, nibbling on one of the pastries while she tended to Grandma. My stomach was a flutter of nerves. I wasn’t the confident person some thought me to be, which is probably why Icovered that up with sarcasm. I looked at my bitten nails, ones that had never been painted. I started to worry that I would stand out as the charity case. Then I remembered the ex-cons and the alcoholics. I imagined they would have felt the same on their first day as well.
I made a sandwich and placed that in my bag with my phone. I’d buy a new phone with my first pay packet, I vowed. I then sat with Grandma for ten minutes. She wasn’t in a happy mood, so Monica ushered me out. It was best sometimes, that I left the room. Not for Grandma, but for myself. I found it hard, I was finding it harder, to cope when Grandma wasn’t good. She was also lashing out at me more frequently. On their last visit, Social Services had encouraged me to think about putting her in a home. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
“I’m off now,” I called out, and after received good lucks from Monica, I left the house.
It was a half hour walk to the office, which I didn’t mind. Thankfully, it wasn’t raining, but I did pull my red coat tightly around me. There was a chill that suggested we might have bad weather on the way. Maybe I’d invest in an umbrella as well.
I arrived at the office twenty minutes before I was due to start. I was greeted at reception by name, which was a surprise and asked to sign in. I was told I’d begiven my security badges at some point during the day and would I mind standing for a photograph.
