Noon already? Arcadia's waiting for me to call.
"King William " hasn't called.
Whatever, stop staring at me, ok? Before her, I was a regular, well-adjusted jerk. I used to f**k ladies, but I never lied to them. With her, I'm double-f*****g.
Who am I talking to? Hearing her voice again makes my heart skip a beat.
"Kitten, it's King William ," I reply gravelly. My intellect and attention are on the line, despite the computer displaying new emails.
Arcadia purrs, "I've been waiting,"
"What?" When she sounds subservient, my c**k stiffens. "Kitten, I'm not convinced."
She says, "I came home to receive your call."
What's Ifan wearing? Taking control, I ask. What?
Arcadia describes her outfit, and I lean back. She adds, "I'm wearing a pink lace thong and stockings." "And a pink lace bra"
