Page 101 of The Back Forty
Lawson:All I can think about is having those lips wrapped around my cock. Bring that lipstick home with you. I want it to leave marks on me that I’m never washing off.
Lawson:You’re doing amazing. Not that I’m surprised. But the way you’re handling the questions is smooth as hell.
Lawson:Beautiful—you can hear the passion in your voice when you talk about the business. It’s a turn-on. If I haven’t told you that before, let me make it clear. I love that you believe in the family vision as much as we all do.
Lawson:I can’t stop staring at your tits in that dress. Come home soon.
Lawson:Great job, baby. Call me as soon as you can, please.
A breath escapes me that’s part laugh, part groan, partman, I'm so gone for him.
Me:Thanks. On my way home.
His reply comes immediately.
Lawson:You did amazing. How does it feel?
Me:Good. Honestly, I was so nervous.
Lawson:Didn’t look like it to me.
I chew the inside of my cheek, hesitating, then type:
Me:Can I ask you something without you getting upset?
Lawson:I’m never going to get upset with you.
God, I hope that’s true.
Me:Did you sleep with that woman? The one that was interviewing me.
My thumb hovers over the screen after I hit send, and instantly, my stomach knots. Because this isn't the type of girlfriend I want to be to Lawson. Insecure, jealous, immature. I'm embarrassed that I'm even asking him this, but the question is still swirling in the back of my mind like smoke.
The taxi pulls up outside the station and I toss my bag in the back, climbing in quickly as the door slams shut behind me.
Still no response. I stare at the screen like I can will the text bubble to appear.
Shit. Maybe that was too much.
Maybe it’s too soon for this kind of question. Maybe I shouldn’t care. I’m guessing it was years ago. It doesn’t matter for what we have now. I probably look like such a child to him.
But itdoesmatter. Not because I think he did anything wrong, he didn’t. But because she got under my skin. And because I care way more than I probably should because I'm in way too deep with Lawson.
By the time we’re halfway to the airport, my phone finally buzzes in my palm.
Lawson:Sorry, baby. I didn’t answer right away because I honestly didn’t know who she was nor was I looking at her during that interview. I had to look her up online. Yes. Six years ago, I think. It meant nothing. I didn’t even recognize her until you said something.
I stare at the message; my heart caught somewhere between relief and embarrassment.
Me:I see.
Lawson:Are you upset? Did she say something to you about me?
Me:No. I get it. It was way before me. I know we both have pasts. I just… I felt a little jealous, I guess.
Lawson:I get that. But please believe me when I say that there’s nothing to be jealous of. I wasn’t looking at her, not even once during that interview. I was too busy watching you. You have my attention. You’ve always had it. I can’t look at anyone else when you’re in the room.
That text undoes me a little. I press a hand to my lips and smile into my palm.
