Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Ring, ring, I heard iPhone chirping. I glanced over to my office, I was standing in the hallway talking to one of the senior partners, ring, ring. Then silence.
Sixty seconds later, a text.
Still, he droned on.
Fuck. As soon as he was done, I hustled through the door, feeling the tug of my garter straps on my stockings with each step.
Missed Call from Emily.
Text from Emily.
I called her back before reading the text, but she didn't answer.
So, the text:
Sorry I missed u, he wants to go to dinner, so can't call till later, jumping in shower to get ready. Think I should put on the babydoll you picked and tell him we should just get room service when he gets here? Love you!