Troy
I'm not stupid.
I can tell by her voice that she was clearly in the middle of something intimate when she answered. Which leaves me wondering, why did she answer my call? I can't hear any shuffling sounds or anything else from the other end of the line, so I imagine she's alone, almost definitely touching herself or using a toy. The thought makes me hard, and I find myself wishing I was there to help relieve her hunger.
“Why did you call, Troy?” She deftly sidesteps my dirty-minded comment, and I can’t help but be amused.
“You asked me to call so we could discuss the ideas you had for my office.” Did she forget she’d sent me a text about what she’d already sketched up?
I hear her shift in place, as if she's sitting up. “That's right. I did. I apologize.” The way the apology flows
