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Me: Fair warning, there will be a time when this topic will have to be discussed face to face. Not real keen on the thought of you texting me while I’m daydreaming about enjoying your body, to tell me how much you like what I’m doing. I’ll be there in 30 mins to pick you up.

As soon as I hit send I was a little worried my message was too crass, but when her response came back, she shocked the shit out of me.

Meadow: What’s the equivalent of a hard-on for a woman? Because I’m that!

Holy shit!

Me: Wet. Red, are you wet for me?

Meadow: It is too soon or forward if I say yes?

Me: Fuck no! I’ll see you in 28 mins. And just so you’re prepared, I plan on kissing the hell out of you today.

Meadow: Yippy! But don’t expect flirty Meadow when you get here.

I couldn’t stop the bark of laughter that escaped.

“What’s so funny?” Mandy asked as she passed my desk.

“Nothing,” I answered. Gauging the state of my dick, I decided I should stay seated with Mandy standing there.

“Are you blushing?” she teased.

“What? No.”

Was I? Shit!

“Your face is as red as your pretty woman’s hair,” she informed me.

Damn. A hard-on and I was blushing. What the hell was wrong with me? She’d turned me into a sixteen-year-old boy who couldn’t control his body’s responses.

“Did you need something? I’m leaving for lunch.” I didn’t mean to sound rude, but I couldn’t very well stand with Mandy there, and I wanted to get to Meadow.

“Nothing that can’t wait until you get back. I reviewed the session with Meadow and have some thoughts about our unsub. Find me later.”

“Will do.”

The last thing I wanted to discuss before seeing Meadow for lunch was the case, though the mention of the unsub and Meadow’s recorded session did wonders deflating my rigid dick.

I waited for Mandy to walk away before I made my way out of the office. Once I was safely in the privacy of my car, I allowed my mind to wander back to Meadow’s text. She’d been turned on by our exchange. That was good to know; it gave me an idea how to ease her into a physical relationship. I’d never done it before, but I was a quick study. There was no doubt I’d pick up on the finer points of good old-fashioned phone sex in no time. My dick started to throb in my slacks at the mere thought of having Meadow touch herself at my command.

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Nothing, I mean nothing, could pull me off the cloud I’d been floating on since Nick texted me. Not even Beth. She’d made one nasty comment after another today. This morning she was in her office when I got to work, which was unusual, but it did happen. However, today she made a point of coming out and greeting me; that had never happened. Before I had the chance to stow my purse, she’d started in. Where’d I meet Nick, what did he do, did I know how good-looking he was, people would stare when they saw us together and wonder what was wrong with him. She was relentless. I was getting ready to tell her to shove it up her ass when the boss came in, and she turned to sugar. The same way she always did. They’d gone into her office, and after he’d left, she stayed holed up in her bitch lair and hadn’t emerged since.

Thank God!

I had approximately two minutes until Nick said he’d be here to pick me up and my belly had decided now was the right time to start doing somersaults. I couldn’t believe I’d sent him those texts. I’d never admitted to a man I was turned on, and I certainly never texted like that. It wasn’t exactly sexting, but it was skirting from R to maybe one X on the XXX rating scale. I was kind of proud of myself. Not that I’d have the gumption to say anything like that to his face, but maybe I could flirt a little over text with him.

I could smell his cologne before I looked up and saw him standing in front of my desk. Beth was right about one thing – he was damn good looking. Way out of my league. He filled out a suit with his broad shoulders and trim waist. I’d felt how strong his chest was and his thighs were just as muscular. He was a fitness model rolled up in an FBI agent package.

“Red?” Nick chuckled. “You okay?”

“Caught me staring,” I blurted.

“I don’t mind one bit. I’m finding I love it when your pretty green eyes are on me,” he said.