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Jett
My phone buzzes on the hotel’s fancy conference table. I look at it, desperate both to turn it off and to answer it. I do neither.
I’ve been in St. Louis for five days, golfing and buddying up to some of the higher-ups at my company. The thing is, I usually like these trips. I’m happy to get paid to eat and sleep somewhere new. I never have anything to look forward to back at home.
Except…
Now I do, a little. I mean, yeah, it’s just s*x. But apparently Cady must be missing me something fierce, because she has starting texting me a lot. And by texting, I mean sexting. And she’s not just doing it over text, she’s leaving me little voice memos of her breathing hard and moaning.
My phone buzzes again, and I break into a sweat. Mr. Wallace, the head of our company, stops what he’s
