Page 69 of Objection
“Okay, so my friend, Clarisse, may or may not have started a relationship of sorts with her boss.” I scrunched my face up, waiting for the …
“Oh my god! You little siren!” Sandra shrieked over the phone.
“Hush! I don’t know what you’re talking about. We are talking about Clarisse,” I reminded, wincing at the sheer volume the woman could produce.
“Right, right. Continue,” she giggled.
“So anyway, my friend Clarisse,” I began again.
“Is schtupping her boss. I’m following,” she giggled. Dear God, this woman.
“Right, but that’s not the hard part,” I cringed.
“I would think that his cock would be the hard part, and maybe his abs. Oo, and I bet his hands just...”
“Seriously, Sandra? Seriously.” I was going to strangle this woman.
“Right, right, I’m sorry,” she apologized through her almost snorts of laughter.
“Anyway, the hard part is that he’s an asshole,” I grumbled.
“I can hear the eye roll from here, Missy. But continue. One part asshole, one-part impatient woman…” she prompted.
“Anyway, their negotiations have her pinned into a corner, and not in the way she likes,” I snorted at my own joke and waited for Sandra’s response. Which didn’t come. “So, he’s allrawr, rawr, we can only be in this contracted relationship in the playroomand she’s all likebut there is more here than just kink,and basically I just don’t know what to tell me — er — my friend, in order to help her get him to see the way things should be and —”
“I’m sorry, I have to stop you there. Are you trying to tell me that you and — er — I mean, Clarisse and her man aren’t just schtupping, but they are in a kinky BDSM relationship?” Well, fuck.
“Um, I mean... Um…” I stammered.
“Oh. My. God. Okay, okay, I’m beyond invested,” Sandra almost screamed.
“I really can’t talk about this,” I whispered. Granted, it was a little late now, but I didn’t want to risk saying anything further.
“I just have two questions,” she stated.
“Which are?”
“First, are you happy?” The way she asked, with all the feeling in the world, had tears pricking at my eyes.
“If it weren’t for him being so damn stubborn, then yes, I — er— Clarisse, would be very happy,” I admitted.
“Okay, well that leads me to question number two. Movie night tonight?”
“It’s supposed to be one of our nights,” I admitted sheepishly. “Although, I’m pissed at him, so —”
“So, is that a yes? Movie night tonight?” she asked again, hopefully.
“Yes, fine,” I agreed. Soren might be pissed, but let him be pissed. I was pissed.
We hung up, after making plans for us to meet for dinner and then have a movie night at her place. I was feeling energetic and happy for the first time since Tuesday. Sure, Soren might not be happy, but let him be unhappy for a second. I had had days of being unhappy with his attitude and it was his turn for a change. Let him rearrange his plans for me for once.
I sauntered my way down the stairs around lunchtime, excited for my plans.
“You’re awfully chipper,” Soren all but snorted derisively.
“I am. I have plans tonight and I’m honestly thrilled about it,” I retorted, more than a little snidely.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re this excited for our scene tonight.” I wanted to smack that smug grin off of his face.
