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I know it’s him, but he doesn’t need to know that I’ve figured it out yet.
Emily: Besides, waiting will only make the weekend better.
Third photo. I attach the camera to the stand I have set up, and hold the tiny remote hidden in the palm of my hand. Stripping from the robe completely, I kneel on the bed, and let my hair fall over my shoulder as I suck a finger into my mouth.
Alden: You expect me to wait three days when you send me photos like this?
Alden doesn’t mention the closet comment. Good, means I’ve made him think. Some women mistake his silence as rejection, but that’s not how Alden works. If he wants to say yes, he will. If he wants to tell me to leave him alone, he will. He has no qualms about drawing lines in the sand.
Emily: I’m sure you can find a way to ease the tension.
Alden: I haven’t had phone sex since college.
I snarl at his response. Fucking Julie. I know exactly who he’s talking about, and if I hadn’t already killed her, I’d do it again right now. Julie was my second victim, not that Alden noticed. At first I was angry, but then I realized that there is a sweet satisfaction in Alden either not remembering her or not caring. He had to have seen the headline. It was everywhere that the pretty and very famous model was a victim of the Dahlia Killer.
Fourth photo. I sit back on my ass and spread my legs in a wide V, touching myself but not yet penetrating.
Emily: Well then, let’s relive your twenties. I mean, you are thirty now.
Alden: Fuck, you’re making me so hard…did you just call me old?
I laugh hard as I picture the dark glare he’s giving his phone.
Emily: If I did, will you punish me?
Alden: Do you want me to?
Smirking, I hit record and start filming. I keep it short, fifteen seconds, just enough to drive him wild as I moan his name loudly and rub my clit.
Emily: Yes.
I hit send and attach the clip. I’m not surprised when the phone rings with a video call. I press the audio-only button and smile at my own evilness. Nothing wrong with a little teasing.
“Alden,” I breathe heavily.
“Why is the camera off?”
“You didn’t think I would make it that easy, did you?”
“Emily…” He bites out, and his tone is a dead giveaway that he’s on edge.
“Alden, I’m so hot and wet,” I purr into the phone.
“Fuck me,” he swears, and I hear the distinct sound of a zipper. “What the hell are you doing to me, Emily?”
“I keep thinking about your hand between my thighs at the restaurant. I wanted to sit on your cock and ride you right there.”
He breathes heavily into the phone.
“That would’ve made for quite a show. I might have had to pay for everyone’s meals.”
“No, I’d make sure every man in that room paid for yours.”
Alden growls like an animal.
“No one else is allowed to see you naked. I’ll kill them all first.”
The pieces of his perfectly constructed cool mask begin to fall away.
