you say to Mom to make her call me asking me if I was pregnant?" Maddie's voice raises an octave with each word she speaks.
"It's a long story."
"I have time." I can practically hear her tapping her foot on the ground, waiting for my explanation.
"I told them I was bringing Joy to the Ball, and they asked me about grandchildren, and I told them that's your department. And that's how you got pregnant."
"You're bringing Joy to the Ball?" she squeals. I can hear her incessant hand clapping over the phone.
"Yes. Now, I need to get back to work, so be a good girl, Maddie. Love you." Before she can say anything else, and start another conversation, I hang up the phone.
I return my emails and phone calls before heading home. Opening the door, my house has never seemed so quiet and lonely. I've always liked this house, but lately I've noticed how empty it is.
Sighing, I put the dinner Rebecca left for me into the oven and run upstairs to change before heading down to the gym to run my usual eight miles. I crank up the speed, hoping to help my brain shut up about Joy. She’s the only thing on my mind these days. It used to be my research, but since I’ve kissed her, I crave more.
After my workout, I take a quick shower, slip into a pair of sweat pants and take my dinner into my office. I eat at my desk while going over the research. Although I have saved everything to a thumb drive already, I save it again to take to New York with me. I know they want a full presentation, so I begin to review my PowerPoint slides. Sending the file to my IT department, I ask them to set it up on my computer to present to the Board.
Joy creeps into my brain again and I look at my watch, remembering I need to call her.
"Hello," her sultry voice answers.
"Hello, Joy."
"Hi, Matthew. How are you? How was your day?" she breathes into the phone.
"Productive. A lot happened today. How about you?"
"Same. I got another book to translate. It's a rather steamy romance story. They’re trying something new at Radiant, and they want a male and female counterpart audio translation," she explains.
I can only guess who the male is going to be in this scenario. He had mouthed 'Game on'' to me before leaving the restaurant, so he knew about this project when he said that.
"Well, that sounds intriguing. What's the story about?" I ask wanting to know what kind of steamy shit, he is going to be saying to my girl.
"It's about an industrialist who has an alternate personality, and he enslaves women, using them as sex slaves until he’s finished with them. That's the gist of it. It's on the bestseller list right now. A sequel is being written as we speak, so we need to get the first one done as soon as possible,” she explains. I can hear the trepidation in her voice as if she’s uncertain she wants to tell me about it.
While she’s telling me about her project, I check the book out on Google. When the web page comes up, all I see are naked women and a man in a suit standing over them.
"Let me guess, Scott is the male voice in the story?" It's so quiet I can hear the grass grow.
"And let me take another guess, you have to do it at your apartment because all of your equipment is there?"
"Matthew," she finally speaks, "You’re still coming tomorrow, right?"
You bet your sweet ass I'm coming and if I have my way, you will be, too.
"I don't know … what are you cooking?" I tease.
"Nothing fancy, just my mother's homemade chili recipe."
I love chili.
"I'll come if you make cornbread with it, the kind that has honey in it. I like my cornbread sweet," I tease again.
"I can't believe I have to bribe you with food to get you to come to my place.”
"Not really, I just want some sweet cornbread and thought that was a good way to get it. I'd still come even if you were serving water with salt and pepper," I say, laughing. "That sounds gross, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does," she giggles. "Is six o’clock, okay? Not that there’s a set dinnertime or
"It's a long story."
"I have time." I can practically hear her tapping her foot on the ground, waiting for my explanation.
"I told them I was bringing Joy to the Ball, and they asked me about grandchildren, and I told them that's your department. And that's how you got pregnant."
"You're bringing Joy to the Ball?" she squeals. I can hear her incessant hand clapping over the phone.
"Yes. Now, I need to get back to work, so be a good girl, Maddie. Love you." Before she can say anything else, and start another conversation, I hang up the phone.
I return my emails and phone calls before heading home. Opening the door, my house has never seemed so quiet and lonely. I've always liked this house, but lately I've noticed how empty it is.
Sighing, I put the dinner Rebecca left for me into the oven and run upstairs to change before heading down to the gym to run my usual eight miles. I crank up the speed, hoping to help my brain shut up about Joy. She’s the only thing on my mind these days. It used to be my research, but since I’ve kissed her, I crave more.
After my workout, I take a quick shower, slip into a pair of sweat pants and take my dinner into my office. I eat at my desk while going over the research. Although I have saved everything to a thumb drive already, I save it again to take to New York with me. I know they want a full presentation, so I begin to review my PowerPoint slides. Sending the file to my IT department, I ask them to set it up on my computer to present to the Board.
Joy creeps into my brain again and I look at my watch, remembering I need to call her.
"Hello," her sultry voice answers.
"Hello, Joy."
"Hi, Matthew. How are you? How was your day?" she breathes into the phone.
"Productive. A lot happened today. How about you?"
"Same. I got another book to translate. It's a rather steamy romance story. They’re trying something new at Radiant, and they want a male and female counterpart audio translation," she explains.
I can only guess who the male is going to be in this scenario. He had mouthed 'Game on'' to me before leaving the restaurant, so he knew about this project when he said that.
"Well, that sounds intriguing. What's the story about?" I ask wanting to know what kind of steamy shit, he is going to be saying to my girl.
"It's about an industrialist who has an alternate personality, and he enslaves women, using them as sex slaves until he’s finished with them. That's the gist of it. It's on the bestseller list right now. A sequel is being written as we speak, so we need to get the first one done as soon as possible,” she explains. I can hear the trepidation in her voice as if she’s uncertain she wants to tell me about it.
While she’s telling me about her project, I check the book out on Google. When the web page comes up, all I see are naked women and a man in a suit standing over them.
"Let me guess, Scott is the male voice in the story?" It's so quiet I can hear the grass grow.
"And let me take another guess, you have to do it at your apartment because all of your equipment is there?"
"Matthew," she finally speaks, "You’re still coming tomorrow, right?"
You bet your sweet ass I'm coming and if I have my way, you will be, too.
"I don't know … what are you cooking?" I tease.
"Nothing fancy, just my mother's homemade chili recipe."
I love chili.
"I'll come if you make cornbread with it, the kind that has honey in it. I like my cornbread sweet," I tease again.
"I can't believe I have to bribe you with food to get you to come to my place.”
"Not really, I just want some sweet cornbread and thought that was a good way to get it. I'd still come even if you were serving water with salt and pepper," I say, laughing. "That sounds gross, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does," she giggles. "Is six o’clock, okay? Not that there’s a set dinnertime or
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