Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He’s going to get on my case soon, and I know it. If it was the other way around, I’d be climbing the walls wondering what the fuck was up with him. But I suspect he knows the truth.
I’ve met someone. Finally. That’s what he’ll be thinking.
He must be itching for me to blurt out the news and share the details. Him and Ella would be over the moon to see me happy and settled with someone cool. But they wouldn’t be quite so over the moon if they knew that someone cool just happened to be one of our bosses. Their congratulatory smiles would turn to horror and a serious round of are you fucking insane?!
The answer is yes. I am fucking insane.
But it’s making me happy.
Not the I love cock because I’m a dirty bitch kind of happy. Or the I have the best besties in the world kind of happy. Or the look how nice the view is from my Belgravia apartment kind of happy. Actually happy.
Real happy.
In love happy.
That term still gives me the heebies along with butterflies, but I eat the rest of my carrot cake regardless. Delicious.
I hope Reuben’s got a filth fest planned for later on, even though I’m still battered from last night. Santa makes me a very hungry girl, and it’s not for carrot cake. I want another late session where the founder side of him comes to the fore, and he sends me to subspace with a smile. I’m down for some risky exhibitionism after the session in the grotto. Maybe he could take me back to the trash bin site one night and fuck my brains out far better than my client did. I’d like that.
It feels like a lifetime ago, as though Reuben has been in my life for years, not just weeks.
I get tingles remembering him standing there in the club as I went out for my session with my client…
I want to call up the proposal, just to bring the memories back, so I take out my phone for a cursory glance over things while I’m finishing up my cappuccino. May as well take a minute to check out what fresh proposals are actually coming through. Client 2906 – the guy from the trash bins – has sent me a new proposal. So have a whole plethora of my regular clients. Not one of my clients has turned down the proposals Reuben shunted without me knowing, and there are a load of others I don’t recognise. I could fill my calendar up until at least March with a series of thumb clicks… but that isn’t the only reason I’m on here. Not if I’m honest with myself.
I’m also checking for any correspondence or questions from Orla about my founders’ postponement. Luckily, there is nothing from her. My message inbox is up to date.
Thank fucking God for that. My flu bug lie must have been sufficient enough to explain my absence.
I have no idea what the hell I’m going to end up doing with all these proposals after Christmas. Josh and Ells do fine with each other being entertainers, happy for each other to fuck clients without any issues – but it’s obvious that Reuben isn’t that kind of guy.
The weird thing is, I’m not sure I’d want him to be.
I finish my cappuccino and shove my phone back in my bag. Fuck knows what’s going to happen in a few weeks, but I don’t care right now. This is a Christmas that I’m going to properly enjoy for once. Caroline can have her glory at Josh’s family table and I won’t give a toss. I’ll be having fun of my own.
I’ve never been to this part of the mall, right at the very top. I’m at the furthest part from the escalators when I see a sign for a place called Seduction – a lingerie and sex toy store. They have some festive looking bras and panties on the mannequins in the window, with red lace and a white boa trim. Cute. They have a pair of panties with Santa’s Baby written on them, and a bodice in red and gold. Impressive, and that’s just in the storefront. I’m sure the grotto will cope for an extra few minutes without me, since I can’t resist checking out the treasures inside. Reuben might well get a few Christmas surprises for later.
It’s great to see this place does plus size. There’s a decent selection of Christmas bras. Hell, one of them even lights up with twinkles, so that’s a winner. I get some Santa’s Baby panties, and some red and gold stockings, and one of the flashy red bra sets with a boa trim. There’s a whole selection of Christmas nightwear, too. A satin slip with Mrs Claus on the front, and some cutesy slippers to go along with it.