easier than Jane thought it would initially be. For someone who seemed to posses a significant amount of awareness, he never once caught her eye. Though she was sure he must, at least at times, feel her glare burning through his well-dressed back.
Last night he never came home. He didn’t go to work today either. This morning she learned he’d stayed at Robb’s. She figured if she timed the following right, it would be just perfect.
She took out her burner phone and opened a new message chat to Desiree DeLongo. Desiree informed her during a session a few weeks ago that she’d boldly added her number to Dave’s phone.
Ms. DeLongo, due to your recent absence from the office, I feel inclined to see you again and soon. I tried to fight it, tried my hardest...but I can’t help it anymore. I’m going to lose my mind if I can’t have you.
God she was nuts, Jane thought as she saw the woman was already typing back: David is that you? Up popped a little devil face. She continued to type: Right now? I’m already wet for you.
Jane quickly responded by sharing Dave’s address: Meet me here in an hour. The key is under the potted azalea on the back porch. Bring strawberries and whipped cream, I want to cover your feet with them. Stick the berries between your toes, add the cream and then slowly eat and lick them off of your sexy feet.
Kinky. I like it.
Bedroom is at the top of the stairs, take a left, third door on the right... make yourself comfortable, in case you beat me there.
I knew you couldn’t resist. See you soon.
Jane grimaced with disgust as she snapped the phone shut. She wasn’t banking on Dave being home—if he was great, if not, that was fine, too. Someone would find her—Desiree, especially naked and covered in whipped cream, would be hard to miss.