Sexy little story – I like the whipping boy twist.
Liz’s text reached him at 2:10.
“Can you be here at 2:45. No later than 3:00?”
He looked at the files piled on his desk and at the task list on the screen in front of him. Nothing that couldn’t wait.
“Sure” he texted back and headed for the door.
Her door was unlocked and he called up the steps, “I’m here!”
“Come on up.” It was 2:53. “We’re in the kitchen.”
“We’re?” he thought as he crossed the living room. In the kitchen, across the table, Liz stood up flashing a radiant full-tooth ear to ear cheerleader smile that lit up her whole face. She had been pouring water into a tea cup for an older woman seated at the table. Liz looked positively girlish with her hair parted in the middle and pulled back behind her ears. She was wearing a university polo-shirt that fitted tightly to…
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