Great. There she went again, getting distracted. She downed the rest of her glass and filled it back up. She’d had enough of work, anyway. Ian got a good start and was definitely on the right track where the changes needed to be made. She documented some other areas where modifications were needed and emailed everything to Ian. Now she wanted to chat with Sasha to get her perspective on what happened today, and if she knew her good friend, she’d be online playing Farmville by now. The woman loved that game. Even after everyone got over it and started on the next big craze, Sasha had remained faithful to it. Oh, she played other games, too, but that was her favorite by far. Yeah, she didn’t have a life either. She just didn’t spend her free time working.
Cassie logged on and saw that Sasha was too, just as she’d figured.
Quit playing Farmville so we can chat! Cassie messaged her.
LOL! You know me so well. What’s up?
Cassie relayed her meeting with Ian in short messages that Sasha quickly responded to.
Holy shit! Methinks he has the hots for you.
Methinks you’re crazy. He couldn’t end the meeting fast enough after that slip.
So you think he was just distracted and didn’t realize what he was saying?
Cassie sighed as she sipped more wine. She didn’t know what to think. That was why she told Sasha. I need an unbiased opinion on what I should do.
Girl, you need to tell Dick Weiner that you need to fly out to the west coast office to work one-on-one with Ian.
Cassie laughed as she gulped more wine. Shut up! I’m not doing that. I need help staying focused on my job, not help plotting ways to seduce the west coast hottie.
You’re no fun. Okay, fine. Quit fantasizing about him.
Ugh! I need reasons why.
Hmmm. How about, you don’t know him. He could live at home with his momma.
Cassie laughed and nodded. That’s good. I need more, though.
What could be worse than a titty baby? Okay. You’ve only ever seen him from the waist up. He could be five-two. Oh, wait. His dick could be broken. You’ve never even seen a cock bulge.
Cassie snorted and almost spat out her wine. A short titty baby with a broken dick. Only you could come up with that.
I aim to please, sister. Hold on a sec while I check my crops.
Good Lord. Sasha was a Farmville junkie. Cassie used the opportunity to check her messages and new friend requests. She ignored the ones she didn’t recognize and accepted a few old classmates from high school.
She nearly dropped her glass when she saw her request from Ian Cope. No way. She hadn’t checked her Facebook account in almost a week, but this had to have been recent.
Okay, I’m back, Sasha messaged.
You’ll never guess who sent me a friend request.
Not Paul from accounting again? Just ignore it. He’ll get the picture eventually.
Er, no. Ian.
Well, well, Mr. Short Titty Baby may have a broken cock, but he sure as hell has balls. You accept it?
Not yet.
Whatcha waiting for? He might have nekkid pics of himself on his page.
Cassie sighed. What was she waiting for? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t accepted friend requests from others she worked with. She quickly accepted it before she could give it any more thought.
Just did.
Good girl.
Either Cassie was starting to feel the effects of all this yummy wine she’d downed so far or she was lightheaded from what just happened. She preferred to put the blame on the alcohol. She was getting ready to respond when a new message window popped up.
Hi. You’re up late.
Shiiiiiit!
Gotta go, Sasha. Ian just messaged me.
Get out! Girl, I want deets on the morrow.
She closed their chat and stared at Ian’s message. What the hell was she going to say? Guess honesty was the way to go.
Was working. You have some great ideas. I sent you some other changes that I think need to be made.
Good. You have a Skype account? Since you’re working anyway, we can meet right now and go over some things without being interrupted.
Er, no, she didn’t have a Skype account. Her family lived close by and the only people she talked to online like that were through work.
Nope. But I can sign up real quick. I’m sure it’s not rocket science.
I’ll log on. Just do a search for my name and add me as a contact. Then select me and click video call.
Cassie created an account and added him as he’d requested. It was really easy. She opened up another window and logged on to her work network through the VPN connection, so she’d be ready for their impromptu meeting. Then she clicked the appropriate button on Skype to initiate the call.
“Hi, there,” Ian said when he came into view.
God, he was gorgeous. Cassie had only seen him in a tie, unless he wore a polo on casual days. Now he was in a tight-fitting t-shirt. It was faded but showed some football team and fit him like a second skin. He sat far enough back from his computer that she could see the tops of his lounge pants and upper thighs, but was too far for her to notice any bulge to discredit Sasha’s silly broken-dick theory.
He took a swig of his beer and set it aside, his muscles rippling with little effort. When he licked his lips, moisture pooled between her legs. She fantasized about what he could do with that wet tongue. Her nipples hardened, making her acutely aware of how thin her spaghetti-strap top was. She suddenly realized she’d
