Page 13 of Excitable Boy
After she ended the call with Jenny a few minutes later, Shayla focused on her article again. She was working on part one of her series on elderly drivers. She’d already outlined the series and got it on the project budgets for several future issues. Ed had told her yesterday that the elderly driver who’d demolished her poor Civic had already voluntarily surrendered his license, thanks to intervention from the couple’s children.
So that was one concern off her plate.
She hadn’t decided where to go on vacation though, another task Tony had issued to her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to head up US1 to Maine, a trip she’d never taken before, or drive out to New Orleans and Texas—again, another trip she’d never made—or several other options she’d already considered.
It wasn’t like she was in a vacation-planning mood right now, either.
It was nearly four hours later when Tony finally texted her.
Boarding now. Fingers crossed. Saw our luggage being loaded, so at least that’s not a problem.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Safe flight. Love you, Sir.
He replied a moment later.
Love you, too, pet. See you soon. I hope. ;)
She smiled and pulled up her flight tracking app. Sure enough, when she looked up their flight number, its flight status was listed as boarding.
Please, please, please.
But she made no move to get ready to leave. Besides the fact that the plane hadn’t even left the ground yet, and it was a four-hour flight, she felt justifiably paranoid she might somehow jinx an already jinxtacular morning. It’d only take her around ninety minutes to drive to Tampa.
She’d already hit the grocery store last night on her way home, stocking up on Tony’s favorites so she wouldn’t have to go to the store all weekend. There was a Suncoast Society munch tomorrow night she’d hoped they could make, but now?
Not so much.
Not unless Tony brought it up first. He knew when the munches were. Hell, sometimes they were the hosts.
I’ll never gripe about doing that again.
It’d been months since they’d been able to do that, or even volunteer at the club the way they liked to do.
None of that would she ever take for granted.
Ever.
She watched the flight app, her stomach growing tighter and tighter by the minute. She even suppressed the happy cheer she wanted to scream when she saw the flight status change fromboardingtotaxiing.
From that moment, she sat there refreshing the display for the next fifteen minutes, until its status finally switched toen route, and she could access the flight map that reported its location and altitude.
“Fuckyeah!” she screamed, startling their two cats. “Sorry, babies.”
She stood and did a celebration dance in the living room, not even caring how she looked, naked, cuffed, and collared, and dancing around with her boobs flapping in the breeze.
“Daddy’s coming home, babies!” she happily said as the cats balefully glared at her from the safety of their large cat tree in the corner of the room, where they’d retreated when she’d spooked them.
Now the question was what to wear? Tony hadn’t given her any specific instructions regarding that. Since he’d rescinded the butt-plug requirement, she knew she could add a few more clothing options to her list.
She hurried into their bedroom and started rooting through her closet. She wouldn’t get too wild, because after all, Tampa International wasn’t exactly the best place to get their freak on.
And Mike might be a coworker who’d seen her butt-ass naked at a play party or at Venture, but in this context she preferred to be…clothed.
After sorting through several possibilities, she finally settled on a cute sundress she hadn’t worn in a while. One that was just long enough she could wear it without panties, and the sandals she usually wore with it would be perfect for a drive to Tampa.
She knocked a few more chores on her to-do list that she’d planned on taking care of tomorrow, like dusting and wiping out the fridge, things that didn’t take long and that she could’ve put off even longer, if necessary.
