Chapter 25 - Fired Up
She plugged in her headphone and switched on her microphone.
"I'm here," she said softly, not wanting to startle him. "You're going to speak today, aren't you?"
"Yeah." His voice was raspy and low, making him sound like he was just getting out of bed in that mont after a long night of strenuous activity. She sat cross-legged on the chair, her stomach tingling with excitent as he relished the low timbre of his voice.
"So, I was saying. The only person who has sex hair is the man I am going to watch on screen tomorrow," she repeated. She heard him take a gulp of sothing and couldn't help but ask. "Are you drinking, too?"
"It's been a long day, love. Of course, I am. I can't bear to part with a strong drink, anymore." The words rolled out of his mouth and left her speechless. There was sothing familiar about his voice. Just like last ti, she tried to rember where exactly she had heard it.
"What ti is it there?" she asked, suddenly rembering that he should still be in City H.
"Five in the morning," he grunted in reply.
"Are you kidding , right now?" she squealed.
"Oof, woman, don't scream into my ear. Let this man enjoy his beer in peace. I was in a eting for the whole day and I feel like dying."
"You're a businessman?" she asked. "Only if you want to answer. No pressure," she added in a low voice, not wanting to offend him.
"I'm more of a freelancer. I don't know how to explain it."
"I'm sort of a freelancer, too. So I understand." There was silence.
"What are you going to watch tomorrow? Who is taking up that space in your heart that should belong to ?" He smiled and she could hear it in his voice.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she flirted. She felt the blush rise on her cheeks and quickly sipped on her beverage.
"You're drinking, too?" he asked, surprised. He waited for a bit. And she could hear him gulping down his beverage.
"Mmm. I have spent the last two days working and waiting for you to reply."
"Were you waiting for , love?" She sucked in a breath. His voice did weird things to her. In her mind, she could feel his raspy breath against her ears as if he was leaning in and slowly seducing her over a drink. She shalessly let out a small moan at the thought, only to realize what she had done.
"What was that I heard?" he teased. She coughed in embarrassnt but didn't want to give away her lemony thoughts.
"A cat," she said firmly, not leaving room for argunt.
"That must be one eager cat, then, love." She shivered.
"Stop calling that," she protested, her voice ek and mild, almost wanting his approval.
"Why?" There was a command in his voice. "Why do you want to stop?" She took another large gulp of her drink and then whispered into the microphone.
He didn't catch her words the first ti, so he asked her again, "Why do you want to stop, love?" He emphasized on the word, once again. Katherine paused and looked at the green dot flashing beside his na. Her fingers gently moved forward and placed themselves over his screen na gently. She felt electrified.
Static. It must have been static.
Or she was lusting.
"I love your voice," she said softly.
"Your voice is the mana from the heavens, love. Haven't I told you yet?" The man was lying on his bed, occasionally sipping at the drink and listening to her speak. His hands edged near the seam of his shirt as he softly pulled it up to reveal his toned abdon.
"No, you hadn't," she sounded shy. He loved it. He was about to pull his pants down and caress his mber when he rembered who he was talking to. He didn't want to disrespect her.
He wondered if he should ask for permission before doing so. He almost wanted to, but then he stopped. It was for another ti.
"I'm too fired up," he confessed in a raspy voice. "Where are you going tomorrow? You never answered."
"Cage Cavanaugh." Was her simple reply. He started. He sat up on his bed and couldn't mutter a single word.
"I'm sorry?"
"I'm going to watch his new movie. It cos out tomorrow. You aren't familiar with the film industry, are you?" she teased in a gentle voice. His hardened mber was less excited from the shock he received and was laying almost limply on his thigh. He sighed and rolled over.
"So he is the one with the sex hair?" he snickered, now amused. "I swear my hair is better than his."
"You know of him?" she asked lightly. He could hear the shuffling in the background.
"I just googled him," he lied through his teeth. He smiled at himself, wondering what her expression would be if she found out who he really was.
"Katherine!" he heard soone scream from the other side.
"Gotta go," she mumbled quickly and went offline.
He stared blankly at his phone, wondering how it had co to this. His cock was standing in attention yet again, but this ti, it was because her na had pleased him a little too much.
Katherine. He mumbled the na over and over again. His lips curled up into a smile as he imagined their first encounter. He snickered and went to bed a happy little lion.
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