Page 25 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
Mister Mystery: Congratulations, though. I’m sure you’ve earned it with all that hard work. Proud of you.
My heart tumbles in my chest, and I feel like I’m back in high school with my first crush again.
Yeah, I need to see him.
Riley: Thank you <3 Maybe we could grab dinner to celebrate?
There we go. It’s not too pushy, but hopefully he can read my enthusiasm through text. He’s been on my mind non-stop since I met him that night at the gala, but it’s only gotten worse since the other night when we texted while I was in the bath.
I’ve never been so desperate for someone in my life.
Plus, I reallydowant to celebrate.
Mister Mystery: I wish. I’m tied up with work and don’t know when I’ll be able to find free time. Sorry, Miss Morgan. Trust me when I say I’d rather see you than be stuck in meetings.
I pout as the response rolls in, irritation filling me. It’s like I’m giving more than he is, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
He’s an adult with responsibilities; I get it. So am I. Because I’m frustrated that I haven’t been able to see him since the gala doesn’t mean he’s doing anythingwrong. I can’t exactly force the guy to come see me in person, as much as I don’t want things to stay exclusively over text between us. It’s not like I can look him up, either, since I didn’t ask his name the night we met, and it feels a little awkward to do now that we’ve been talking.
I’ll just have to be patient.
Maybe that’s for the best.
After all, it’s not like my pathetic little crush on Nick has gone anywhere, and I don’t know what to do about that. This thing with my mystery man is currently nothing but flirty texts, but if it ever leads into something more serious, I’ll feel guilty for the way just standing next to Nick makes my heart slam against my ribs.
Now that he’s literally on the other side of the wall, I have a feeling I’ll only become even more hyper-aware of him.
Yeah, patience is definitely the route to go here.
I snap out of my spiraling thoughts at the buzz of my phone, glancing down to read the new messages with a smile.
Mister Mystery: I could still take care of you, even if I can’t come see you. What do you think about properly christening your new office?
Riley: Planning to send me a bottle of champagne to break over the desk? I don’t think the cleaning crew would be very happy with me.
I snort at my own ridiculous little joke, leaning back against the edge of my brand-new desk as I wait for a response.
Mister Mystery: I was going to suggest you make yourself come for me on your new desk, actually. If you’d prefer champagne, I can always send you a nice bottle ;)
My mouth drops open as heat flushes through me. I instinctively look over my shoulder even though I know no one else is here.
Riley: I’m at work!!
It’s supposed to be scolding, but I doubt my mystery man will take it as such. I can’t deny it’s hot to think about. Especially knowing that Nick is just on the other side of the wall.
Mister Mystery: And you have an office all to yourself now. Be a good girl and go lock your door, Miss Morgan.
A shiver runs down my spine as arousal pools in my gut. No one has to know how fast I cave to that instruction, making my way to the door and flipping the lock with a quick turn of my wrist. It’s only because it’shimasking. He’s already proven just how good he can make me feel without ever having to touch me.
Riley: Walk me through it again? Please?
I can’t help asking, the memory of his filthy words flashing across my screen that night in the bath making my desire skyrocket.
Mister Mystery: Liked it that much last time? What a sweet little thing you are, Princess.
He’s already typing again, so I don’t bother to respond just yet, simply allowing the need to build. I hop up on my desk, glancing nervously over my shoulder one last time before I work my skirt up my thighs, stopping just shy of indecent.
I know that no one can see me—this window is fifty stories up and almost definitely mirror-plated on the outside for privacy—but that doesn’t make it feel any less exposing to look out over the whole city as I wait for him to tell me exactly how to get myself off.
