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[A/N Chapter eight is a real quickie, but hang in there – I’m publishing as fast as Literotica )
Also, to the person who left a comment saying my book is “the romcom of BDSM smut work is pretty low on the list.’ I smile inwardly at the irony.
‘Your chances would be loads better if you came to work at my office.’ he continues
‘Oh, not this again J, please. I’ve told you; I like what I do and I’m perfectly happy doing it.’
Just then, my phone rings. A number I don’t recognise is on the display. I dry my hands and answer it tentatively, expecting a wrong number or a sales call.
‘Hello?’
‘Amber?’ Fuck. It’s Sam. James’ ears have pricked up, so I escape kusadasiescortlarim.com into the hallway for a little privacy.
‘Sam, how the hell did you get this number?’ I hiss at him.
‘Whoa, easy tiger! Are you missing a yellow leather notebook?’ Shit. My journal; I hadn’t even noticed it was missing, I’ve been so useless, not doing any writing, I haven’t needed it. But how the hell does he have it?
‘Harvey found it on the floor of the car.’ He explains casually, as if reading my mind. ‘I figured you’d want it back and this number was on the inside cover. I thought I’d be doing you a favour.’
He sounds a little put out by my outburst, kuşadası eve gelen escort and I can’t blame him. Stupid thing must have fallen out of my bag when I was rummaging in a panic last night. Sloppy Jessica, way too sloppy. I soften my tone and reply,
‘You are, massively. Thank you. I’m sorry for snapping, you just took me by surprise.’
‘No worries, beautiful’, he’s instantly brighter. ‘How’s Ruby?’ he asks, blindsiding me as usual,
‘She’s good, much better.’ I reply
‘Glad to hear it. So, your notebook – shall I come and drop it off to you?’
‘NO! I mean no, no need; I’ll come to you and kuşadası genç escort pick it up.’ There’s no way in hell Sam Byron is showing up at my parents’ house.
‘Even better,’ I can tell he’s smiling now. ‘I’m at the new place though; I’ll have the agency text you the address. See you soon Beautiful.’ He hangs up. Wait. What?
James’ head appears around the doorway
‘That your special someone?’ He teases.
‘NO James’, I snap, a little too harshly. ‘Sorry, just a work thing. Doesn’t matter.’
‘Ah, the cut throat world of antique literature, eh?’ I’m too stressed to think of a witty reply, so I stick my tongue out at him instead.
A minute later my phone goes again with a text message.
Yep, sure enough, Sam’s booked me for two hours, new address and under special instructions: ‘Attire: Au Naturel.’
I can’t help smiling. I guess he really did like what he saw the other night. Alright then Mr Byron, that’s exactly what you’ll get.
I say my goodbyes to my family and head home to get ready.
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