18. April

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

april

"Calista. Liam just texted me."

"What? Now? What did he say? OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" Her voice gets high pitched enough to break glass and I chortle. My cheeks hurt from how much this woman has made me laugh tonight already. "April. Stop laughing and start talking."

L:

Not even a thank you, Dr. Hadden?

I read out loud for her. "He means the new telephone. He gave me this phone, and I never thanked him."

"April Hadden, I taught you better than that. But it's time for me to go back to work and for you to polish your sexting skills." She gives me a wink and a smile so big I could see her wisdom teeth, had she had any. "I taught you that too. Now go and make me proud." The last thing I hear before pressing ‘end call' is her screaming, "And send me screenshots, too."

I keep staring at his message, not sure how to respond. Why didn't I thank him? Deep, very and ashamedly deep inside, I know why.

It's a thrill to be wanted and chased by Liam Gunn.

L:

You realize I can see that you're online and have read this, right?

That's my cue to stop overthinking and start typing.

A:

Hi.

Sorry.

Busy first day. Many people to talk to.

I literally got trapped in a small, dark office at one point, can you believe it?

April, he's a dick. Stop flirting! Get a hold of yourself.

A:

As you can see, quite an eventful day.

My phone was never returned, so thanks for the new one.

You didn't have to do that.

Fuck's sake. I went from not knowing what to write to having a monologue.

L:

I was expecting that thank you in person. You can say it tomorrow night then.

A:

The answer is still no. You're still my boss.

L:

I must say I've never seen someone so intent on getting fired.

I laugh out loud, making my way to the bedroom and throwing myself on the bed. I start biting into a fingernail. My laughs come too easy for this man.

A:

You wouldn't. You need me.

L:

That is exactly my problem. I do need you. And texting is not what I expected to be doing with my hands tonight.

Oh.

L:

And if you insist on knowing, whiskey is a poor substitute for what I intended to feast on.

I'm damned. Of course he can dirty talk and dirty text too.

L:

I appreciate you leaving me a sample behind, though.

I don't have to wonder what he's talking about for long. The phone pings with a picture of the panties he ripped from my body and I abandoned at his office during my escape today.

The photo shows my destroyed white lacy lingerie between his teeth. Such a good contrast to his olive skin and beard. He's shirtless, laying down on a bed covered with white linen and I can see a bit of his naked shoulders.

I make futile attempts to scroll down and curse at the fact that I can't see the rest of his body. I gulp and squeeze my thighs together. My mind is blank right when I need to think fast, to type back something, anything, to hide how bothered he's gotten me.

A:

Wow. You should take photography as a hobby.

Fuck, that was lame. I facepalm myself so hard, it's basically a slap.

L:

Oh. I can do videos too.

That, on the other hand, wasn't.

The wait is torture. But then he sends me an eight-second video of him sucking on my panties and moaning. Moaning .

I can only see half of his face, his head tilted back, showing the power and veins of his neck. Fuck me, he's strong.

He's holding the camera further away this time, and I can see his shoulder moving up and down.

My hand flies to my mouth, open in utter shock. He's jerking off.

Mouth still agape, my hand flies to the screen to press play over and over again. I'm getting wetter with each replay of his grunts. I never thought I'd say this, but I have a favorite porn clip.

L:

Now if you excuse me, your fucking sweet taste and refusal to see me compels me to handle something on my own. Sweet dreams, Doc.

It takes a few minutes for me to regain my composure and snap out of the trance he has me in. I get my vibrator out of my bedside table—I did unpack my essentials—and play Liam's video on repeat until I come twice and am so spent, I fall asleep without turning my toy off.