Page 62 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars
She comes back immediately.
Elora: Linc!
Me: What?
Elora: How rude.
Me: You started it.
Elora: That’s true. Tits, LOL, you sound so British.
I chuckle.
Me: Are you bloody well taking the piss?
Elora: Haha! Bollocks!
Elora: Sorry, that sounded ruder than I meant it to be. I was just trying to sound British.
Me: LOL! Thanks for dinner tonight.
Elora: Well, technically you cooked it, so I should be thanking you. It was very nice.
Me: Eh I’m no chef but I don’t starve.
Elora: I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
Me: Me too. Should be fun. Are you okay over there on your own?
Elora: I’m fine, thank you. Sleep well.
Me: You too.
Elora: I never sleep well! But I appreciate the sentiment. Here’s a final haiku for you.
Loud, randy pirate
Ogling my pieces of eight
Go play with your sword
I laugh and send her back a heart, then toss my phone on the table.
Her words make me think, though. She doesn’t seem to mind talking about sex. Her reference to playing with my sword suggests she’s not shy about self-pleasure. Does she touch herself?
Does she think of me when she does it?
Ahhh… I’m going to get in all kinds of trouble if I start thinking about that.
I lie back and pick up my book, trying not to think about playing with my sword, which is now begging for some attention.
*
The next day, I’m waiting outside Elora’s apartment when she appears through the doorway just before nine.
“Oh, you should have let me know you were here,” she says, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. She’s wearing her hair down again today, and she’s dressed in fawn capri pants and a white vest with a lace panel above her breasts. She looks like how I’d imagine Auxo, the Greek goddess of summer, might have looked. Absolutely beautiful.
“Come on,” she says, showing me her keys. “I booked us into a Weta Workshop tour for nine thirty.”
