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camera faced me, and took several shots of
myself either staring intently into the lens or with my lips slightly parted
and my eyes closed.   The camera’s
flash lit the inside of the limousine with several small explosions of
light.   I could only imagine what
the driver was thinking, or if he could even see through the dark glass.   But I decided I didn’t care.   Let him think what he wanted.   I was going to give Alex exactly what he
deserved.   I dipped my head back, as
if I was in the throes of an orgasm, and took more photos.
    When
I was finished, I couldn’t help a giggle.   I’d never been that free with my body.   And better yet, it felt right.
    Before
I pulled my dress back up, I looked at the pictures, most of which I disliked,
with the exception of one.   One was
perfect.   It showed just enough skin
as well as part of the lace on my bra.   My hair, which I knew he loved when I wore it down, curved over my
breasts, which were full and round, the cleavage deep.   In the photo, I was biting my lower
lip.   My eyes were closed and my
head was pressed back against the leather seat as if there was something inside
of me that needed to get out—which was true enough.   I thought I looked kind of hot, which
was fitting since inside, I was boiling over.   I looked at the photo again and couldn’t
help another giggle.
    Obviously, I’ve lost it.
    But
so be it.   I attached the photo in a
return email to him, and wrote in the subject line, “This right here?   This is what you’re missing.”   Before I could even think about what I’d
done and thus stop myself, I pressed the send button.   I shook my head at the audacity of my
actions, and then I quickly pulled myself together.   When I moved to zip up the back of my
dress, I became aware that I was so turned on, I was wet again.
    And
then my cell buzzed.   This time it
was indeed a text.
    “You
aren’t going to make this easy for me, are you?”
    I
raised my eyebrows at that, and shot him a text.   “I’m just following your lead.   And by the way, you’ll never know when
I’ll email you a similar photo, so be prepared.   It could be while you’re at work.   At one of your events.   Or maybe even during a meeting.   In fact, maybe the latter is the best
choice given what you cheated me out of tonight.”
    I
waited a moment, and he rang in again.   “I can always ask the driver to turn the car around, you know?”
    I
thought about that.   But as much as
I wanted him, I rejected the idea.   What was happening between us was driving me crazy with excitement, but
now I saw the logic in the statement he’d made earlier.   Let it build to the point that neither
of us can stand it any longer.   Then, when the time is right, what we’ll experience together should be
something that neither of us will forget.
    It’ll be mind blowing.
    “Sorry,”
I wrote.   “But you had your
chance.   We’re letting this
build.   Maybe a few months?”
    I
pressed the send button, and awaited a new text from him.   When it came, this one said, “Not
months, Ms. Kent.”
    “I’m
thinking several months.   You
shouldn’t have done that to me.”
    “I
did what I felt was right.”
    “Is
your shirt back on?”
    “I’m
not wearing anything.   Would you
like a photo of that?”
    I
blushed when I read that post, and closed my eyes at the thought of it.   “I can wait.   Sort of.”
    “Are
we sexting?”
    “I
believe we are.”
    “Have
you ever sexted before?”
    “I
think you know better.”
    “Neither
have I.   You’d think we were a
couple of teenagers.”
    “That’s
funny,” I wrote.   “I feel like a
woman.”  

 
 
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    When
the driver dropped me at my apartment, I thanked him, ran across the dimly lit
street, and quickly stuck my key in the door.   I couldn’t wait to get out of this
neighborhood.   It was dark, it was
sketchy, and it gave me the creeps.   I had a steady income now.