Horny

He called again.

I was uncertain whether to answer the call or not. I decided to pick the call, but not before testing my voice to be sure it still didn’t sound so bad. It had improved to a good extent and by morning it should be back to normal.

I picked the call after three counts.

“Misha.”

I collapsed on the bed at the sound of my name. I didn’t know my name could sound that good. This was the second time he called my name without the Miss. The first time I was in his office, I didn’t give it much thought because I was lost. His voice was soft and gentle.

God, I wanted him to call my name again. I resisted the urge to ask him to.

“Yes sir?” I composed myself and answered.

“Did you sleep off? I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No No sir,” I responded immediately, not wanting anything to end this moment.

I heard him chuckle at my enthusiasm.

“Okay? Did what I say offend you?”

“No”

“You did not reply.”

“I…I…didn’t know what to say,” I stammered. I fucking stammered!

“That’s fine Misha, y