Why was finding a place to live such a phenomenal pain in the ass?
I was on my phone, scrolling through the usual suspects (Flatmates.com, Facebook Marketplace, Fairy Floss, blah blah blah), hoping that I wouldn’t need to renew for another week here. I’d finally saved enough to move out of the backpacker hostel I’d called home for a month and I was ready to leave behind my creaky bunk bed and the overcrowded bathroom I was sharing with a revolving door of strangers.
My God, look at you. It’s an honour to indulge in your company on the last warm night of the summer, so radiant in your white lace sundress, and so desperately horny, no matter how much you try to control yourself under the dinner table. There’s no point in hiding it because I know all your obvious little tells. I always know, and I always will. Those cute squirms you attempt to disguise as just getting comfortable in your seat. The way you run your fingers through your hair because the front strand keeps untucking itself from behind your ear. An oh-so-subtle purr in your voice I’m not sure you’ve even noticed in yourself. Your breath catches every time I feed into your praise kink and let you know just how stunning I find you.
Kira and Sophie were sitting in Kira’s office, wrapping up Sophie’s onboarding before she officially joined the marketing department. As Head of Human Resources, Kira had done a hundred orientations with a hundred employees before today, but none had been quite as cute as Sophie, sitting there in her crisp white button-up blouse tucked into a fitted black pencil skirt, feet squirming uncomfortably in shiny black stiletto heels Kira knew she wouldn’t last the day in. The black pantyhose she was wearing would offer little in the way of relief in the places where stiff patent heels typically pinched. It was like the only office attire the girl had ever seen was from movies.
Dinner: booked 6 weeks in advance at the restaurant where we had our first date.
Flowers: not cut roses but potted orchids (her favourite), growing in an elegant glass vase and delivered to her office earlier today, complete with a card, of course.
Suit: dry-cleaned and laying flat on the bed.
I emerged from the shower, running through my mental checklist of everything I had organised before taking Nina out for the perfect romantic Valentine’s Day date. It was all going according to my meticulous plan, but if I wanted to be at the restaurant early and on time, I needed to stay on track with getting ready.
“Merry Christmas my love," I say to Christi, who's rolling over to face me in bed.
It's our first Christmas together in the gorgeous new house and for the first time, we have nowhere to be. Both of our families are away for the holidays and we couldn't be more excited to spend the day with just each other. A blissful, leisurely morning, followed by present exchanging and hopefully, if Christi likes one of my presents, a thrilling, adventurous new experience.
Lexi and I were strolling through the store, hands clasped together, gazing longingly at the many interesting items lining the shelves and hanging from racks that protruded from the walls in the dozens. Most of the goods at this shop were completely foreign to me, but Lexi was in her element.
I felt like such an imposter exiting the sex shop, with an unmarked paper bag slung over the crook of my elbow. I hurried to my car and shut the door before folding the top of the bag over so nobody could see inside it and plonking the bag on the passenger seat.
