Jake
“I missed you, Jake.”
The woman’s words linger on the humid night air.
What’s her name again? Ellie something, I think. She’s a busty blonde that I’d picked up at a real estate development conference a few months earlier. After spending several raucous nights in the hotel room with her, coupled with the fact that she lives in New Orleans, she’s currently my most convenient option for a quick and willing f**k.
She isn’t the only one, of course. I’ve got women scattered across the country, and they tend to make themselves available to me once they know I’ll be in town on business. But with most of my meetings scheduled for the New Orleans office, I’ve been seeing a lot more of Ellie lately.
“I missed you too,” I fib. The whole truth is that sometimes I find myself daydreaming wis
