The Original Sext - Episode 8
by Gina L. Maxwell
Will slides into the booth Sara had managed to snag and smiles at her.
She only spares him a nervous glance before returning her attention to her laptop screen.
Good morning.
For you, maybe. I have a looming deadline on a manuscript.
It needs a massive overhaul and is giving me a headache with intent to maim.
Damn. Anything I can do to help?
Not unless you can magically make this book better or do what ibuprofen has failed to accomplish.
Did the stress of losing your panties give you the headache?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
It’s hardly appropriate to mention a woman’s panties.
It’s also not appropriate for a woman to tuck her panties in a man’s computer bag.
That didn’t stop you, though.
Don’t be ridiculous, Will. I did no such thing.
Will grabs the table and swings himself over to her side of the booth.
The scent of his cologne and heat of his big body threatens to pull her in like a magnet.
What are you doing? Get back on your side.
That was one hell of a calling card, Ms. St. Claire.
Was that your way of saying yes to my proposal?
No, it was not.
And yet, I can’t help but notice you didn’t deny doing it this time.
Ugh, you’re so frustrating.
She says with a hint of a smile on her face.
Ugh! Look, it’s just you’re slightly...charming.
See? That wasn’t so hard.
Glad to hear it’s wearing you down.
I think that’s just the headache talking.
Come here. Twist away from me.
What? What do you mean?
Will answers with his hands,
Grabbing Sara by the shoulders and turning her so she’s facing the wall.
What are you doing?
Just trust me for a second.
Will places his fingertips at her temples.
He begins rubbing in small circles with gentle pressure.
Oh my God that feels so gooooood.
That’s the point. Relax into it.
You’re so tense.
A soft groan escapes Sara’s chest…
And she closes her eyes as he guides her head to rest against his chest.
That’s it. Good. Don’t you have anyone at home to take care of you, Sara?
I’m an independent woman. I don’t need to be taken care of.
Every woman deserves to be taken care of, even the strong ones.
It takes a lot of energy to kick ass and take names on a daily basis.
You should have someone who can take over for you at night and just let you relax.
And you think this someone should be you?
I’m saying it could be me. You won’t know unless you give it a shot.
I’ll take that under advisement.
How’s your headache?
Mmm, better actually. Thank you.
Will speaks low into her ear.
Want to know what I did with your panties?
Sara sits up, breaking the contact with Will.
She blushes when he chuckles.
Take it easy. I’ll leave it up to your imagination.
Something tells me you have the dirty mind to do it justice.
Well, you’ll never know because I’m not telling you my thoughts.
Why the reservation, Sara?
You can’t deny there’s a chemistry between us.
No, I can’t deny that. But...
I’m not exactly available right now.
Oh. You’re seeing someone?
Not exactly.
What does ‘not exactly’ mean?
I’m more emotionally unavailable than I am physically, I guess.
You guess?
What I mean is, I’m not with anyone else in the physical sense.
But I’m talking to someone. His name is Isaac and we plan on meeting.
When?
I’m not sure. A day, a week, what does it matter?
Just trying to figure out how serious it is. See what my chances are.
It’s serious enough that I have conflicting feelings about you.
Will leans in closer.
Meaning?
Meaning I have feelings for him.
We connect on levels I’ve never connected with anyone before...
But then I see you and, despite your age, I can’t deny that I’m attracted to you.
Didn’t you say he was hesitating to meet you?
Why do you think that is?
Sara shrugs, taking a sip of her coffee before forming her answer.
It’s still new. We only started talking recently.
On the phone?
No, we just text.
Okay so here’s the way I see it...
Since the two of you are communicating strictly via text so far,
You have to admit that there’s a chance you’ll never meet this guy in person.
Right?
Technically speaking, that’s a possibility, yes. But—
In the meantime, you have a red-blooded man right here, wanting to spend time with you.
You have no real commitment to this other guy.
So what’s stopping you from exploring things with me?
I told you—
Besides my age, Sara. That excuse is weak, and you know it.
Okay fine. It’s not just the age difference, it’s...
He’s helped me discover a side of myself I didn’t know I had.
We’re compatible beyond anything I’ve had with anyone else.
I have to admit, that sounds pretty intense.
And as much as I hate losing to a man inside your phone, I’ll concede.
Will flashes Sara a grin.
For the time being.
All right, now that I’ve given you my sales pitch, just think about it. Okay?
I have a feeling it’ll be hard not to.
Good.
Will checks his watch.
Speaking of sales pitches, I have to go.
Oh, yeah, me too. I’ll walk out with you.
They both gather their things and head towards the exit.
Isaac’s words from the previous night echo in her head as they step outside.
Before the idea has a chance to fully form, Sara finds herself doing the unthinkable…
Will, before you go...
Sara braces her hands on his shoulders and kisses him.
He’s only stunned for a second before he kicks into action.
Grabbing her face in his large hands as he takes control,
He coaxes her to open up for his tongue and an outright assault on her senses.
Several breathless minutes later, he releases her.
Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?
Did you ever play that game Truth or Dare as a kid?
Yeah.
Biting her lip in a futile attempt to hide her wide grin,
Well, in a way, this was a dare.
And ironically, that dare helped me discover a new truth about myself.
So…thanks.
Sara starts walking backwards, enjoying the stunned amusement on Will’s face.
After four delicious seconds, she spins on her heel and turns the corner, pulling out her phone.
Mission accomplished.
Tell me everything.
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