42: A start

On Friday evening, a day to our party, Waylen texted to know if I wanted to hang out at his place. I scoffed at the words on my screen. 

Our relationship in the last few days leading to the party had been nothing but professionally confusing. He was so busy planning the party that we hadn’t gone on another of his silly meeting with inexistent clients. I understood the urgency of the party, but it was disappointing to only receive a kiss from a man I knew how expertly he could work his fingers, tongue, and cock.

I tossed the phone on the couch, tried to ignore the message, but my heart was saying yes. Still, I ignored the text on my phone, forcing myself to concentrate on the movie on my laptop. I re-watched the same scene twice, but it made less sense than it did the last time I watched it. My phone rang, and I jumped. It was my boss. I picked up after two rings.

“Beth,” was the first thing Waylen said. 

“Boss,” I r