Page 78 of Pipe Dreams
Lauren:Hi yourself.
Mike:I looked for you on the jet to Motor City.
Lauren:I wasn’t on the jet.
Mike:Eventually I figured that out.
Lauren:Good. A goalie needs sharp eyes.
Mike:I looked for you at yoga and at lunch. And by the rooftop pool. Then I flexed my muscles at the sweet young thing at the front desk and tried to pry your room number out of her.
Lauren:And it didn’t work?
Mike:Sure it did. But she said you weren’t staying here.
Lauren:She was just blowing you off.
Mike:Really? You’re here?
Lauren:No. Just pulling your chain. :)
Mike:So why are you not here? We need to work on our project together. :)
Lauren:I’m working on Nate’s project.
Mike:?!?!?!?!?
Lauren:Let me clarify—it’s a different kind of project.
Mike:What kind?
Lauren:Something came up at KTech, and Nate needs me here this week. Can’t say what, though. Not being coy. I signed an NDA.
Mike:You must be very important.
Lauren:The importantest. Ask anyone.
Mike:If you were here, I’d remove all your clothes and make you tell me all the secrets.
Lauren:If I was there, I’d probably let you. You’re very persuasive.
Lauren:Crap. I shouldn’t joke like this on the Katt Phone. I WOULDN’T REALLY TELL. KIDDING, BOSS.
Mike:You think he has all your texts scanned for potential espionage?
Lauren:No idea if the bots we always joke about are real. But either way, I’m one of the most dedicated, hardworking employees of the world’s best company; it’s important the bots don’t get the wrong idea. :)
Mike:You are very persuasive, too. I wonder if my texts are also scanned. I probably shouldn’t text you what I’ve been thinking about.
Lauren:Right.
Mike:The bots might like a thrill, though. I’m lying in my hotel bed, wishing you were here with me. I feel like nibbling on your thighs a little. For an appetizer. Then I want to dine on the main course. Slowly.
Lauren:Wowzers. I hope the bots are taking a night off.
Mike:Oh, relax. Innuendo won’t summon the bots. That probably requires dirty words. IE I want to lick your pussy until you’re dripping for me. Then I want you to ride my cock until I explode inside you.
Mike’s Katt Phone rang in his hand, and he swiped to answer it. “Hello there, hot stuff. Is your phone burning up in your hand?”
