What Are You Wearing? – Susan_m

I’m sitting in my new office at Black Patch with my feet up on my new desk when my phone dings, alerting me to a text from Doc.

You busy?

I am the opposite of busy. I am sitting around in an empty office waiting for Steve.

Well, in that case… What are you wearing?

Which makes me laugh–likely her intention–but it just so happens that today I have a good answer to that.

Those dark jeans you like so much. The ones that apparently do nice things for my ass?

It’s more what your ass does for the jeans.

Duly noted. What are you wearing?

You should know what I’m wearing. You saw me this morning.

Oh, so it’s like that, is it? Fortunately for me, I have a spy’s observational skills even when I don’t know there’s going to be a quiz later.

Royal blue suit, white blouse, sapphire earrings. I sensed a staff meeting.

Very impressive.

Impressive enough to earn me a hint about what’s under the suit?

More blue.

Which conjures quite the gallery of mental images, all of them very appealing. But specific details are the key to a really good fantasy, so…

Insufficient evidence.

This time her reply takes a bit longer, but it’s worth the wait when it comes through. There’s a picture attached to the message–a close-up shot of a narrow blue strap across a slim, pale shoulder.

You know what this is attached to.

I break my reply into two messages, deliberately spaced several seconds apart.

Yes, I do, and it’s sexy as hell.

Pretty sure I recognize that strap, too.

I can hear her laughter in my mind well before her response pops up on my screen.

Nicely played, Mister Black. Round One to you.

Can I interest you in Round Two at home later?

Better bring your A-game. I’m a much tougher opponent in person.

That’s a fact.

Have I told you today that I adore you?

Not since very early this morning.

I adore you. But I really should get back to work so that this pile of paperwork doesn’t delay this evening’s game.

Okay. Pretty sure I hear Steve in the outer office anyway. Love you.

Love you, too. Oh, and keep the jeans on. I’ll be taking those off myself.

The jeans that are now significantly tighter in certain areas than they were when we started this conversation? Those jeans?

You’re going to pay for that tonight.

Promises, promises. Later, sailor.

Later, Doc.