#letsgetfoxy
From: [email protected]
Re: good morning
Dear RoughRider,
Ha. Did you forget that sexy words are the very foundation of my business? If I wanted to hear dirty talk, I’ve got plenty of options, not to mention a vivid imagination of my own. I know how to lie back, close my eyes, and fantasize about how much I love the feel of a man giving it to me exactly how I like it.
I’d tell you how that is, but you probably know already, right, Pussy Whisperer?
S
PS: How much do I love owning a company where I can send out emails like this knowing IT won’t blink an eye? Dirty is our status quo. That sounds like a great ad line . . .
From: [email protected]
Re: a good morning indeed
Hey, thanks for making me so . . . enthused at work. That’s never happened before. I had to sit behind my desk for a few minutes after reading that last message.
And I’m no Pussy Whisperer—no relationships in a while, remember? But yeah, I bet I do know how you like it. Slow and sensual at first, building and building—so damn good, getting faster, until you’re close to the edge, and then slowing way down until you’re whimpering for more. Faster again, and then slow, so slow, until you’re so worked up that just a couple long, hard thrusts finally get you there. And it’s good, yeah? I’d ask you even though I already knew, just so I could hear you say yes in that satisfied purr of yours.
Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like that. Those guys you employ may do it for most women, but not you. I’m the only one you wanted to hear that from. And you’re the only one I want to say it to.
RoughRider
From: [email protected]
Re: a good morning indeed
There are lots of things I’d like to say right now, but I’m going to keep this simple, because when I ask multiple questions, you’re adept at avoiding some of them. So I’m only asking one.
Have we met before?
S
From: [email protected]
Re: a good morning indeed
Sorry it took me so long to answer—work was calling.
Yes, we’ve met before.
RoughRider
From: [email protected]
Re: Another question
That worked well—let’s do it again. Are you keeping your identity a secret because we have a work relationship of some kind?
S
From: [email protected]
Re: Another question
No more details. I just wanted you to know I’m not some random crazy guy.
From: [email protected]
Re: okay then
So you’re a known crazy guy. I feel much better now.
To: [email protected]phamail.com
From: [email protected]
Re: okay then
Do I seem crazy to you? Really?
From: [email protected]
Re: okay then
No, I’ll admit you don’t. Will you tell me if you’re one of my investors?
From: [email protected]
Re: no
I said no more details, woman. And to clarify, that subject line means no, I won’t tell you.
From: [email protected]
Re: you’re infuriating
You did not just call me “woman.” When you can pick your knuckles up from the ground long enough to write out a response, at least tell me what the 16 in your screen name stands for.
From: [email protected]
Re: giving in
Okay, I’ll tell you. It’s the number of years left in my sentence.
From: [email protected]
Re: so funny
Ha. While I do love being toyed with and left in the dark, I have to leave the office for a meeting in five minutes. You’ll have to aggravate someone else for the rest of the day.
From: [email protected]
Let’s have an email date tonight. I’ll be home around nine. Meet me here then? Or we can IM if you’d rather?
By nine p.m., I’m not upset with RoughRider anymore. If anything, I’ve been counting down the minutes since Jack fell asleep while I was reading to him half an hour ago.
I thought about standing him up. He pretty much assumed in his message that I’d want to have an email date with him, and I didn’t like that. Or maybe I just didn’t like that he was right.
But then my afternoon meeting with some investors ran over, and I was on my way to meet Carmen and Jack for a later dinner at a pizza place when I got a call from Andrew Benson, the Chicago Sun reporter who wrote the article about Alpha Mail. He said he wants to write a follow-up, and I said of course. Then when I got to the pizza place, Jack was dressed as Darth Vader. As soon as I saw him, the last of my aggravation melted away. I told Carmen the good news about the follow-up article, and we were in high spirits all evening.
I’m really looking forward to my date with Mr. Anonymous when I sit down on my bed and open my laptop.
It’s not something I could explain to anyone. I don’t know who he is, but I feel like I can talk to him about anything. Maybe that’s the appeal, though. I have nothing to lose because I don’t know who he is.
Why doesn’t he want me to know, though? That thought nags in the back of my mind. I’m wondering if RoughRider is just Ben trying to get to know me better in a playful way. If it’s him . . . the thought gives me butterflies. If I have a real-life date with the man who has a knack for pissing me off and turning me on at the same time, well, that sounds very good.
I’m daydreaming about what Ben looks like under those suits of his when my email inbox updates with a new message.
From: [email protected]
Re: hey
How was your day?
From: [email protected]
Re: hey
It was good. Long meeting, great dinner. How about you?
From: [email protected]
Re: hey
Yeah, mine was good too. This is my busy season at work, and it’s my favorite time.
I downloaded an IM app called Foxy. You have it?
From: [email protected]
Re: hey
It’s installing right now . . . okay, done. I’m setting up my account . . . searching for your user name . . .
SIENNAM: Hey, are you there?
ROUGHRIDER16: Yep. Thanks for downloading that. Should be easier to chat this way.
SIENNAM: So, mid-August is your busy season at work. Do you work at a heating and cooling place?
ROUGHRIDER16: My lips are sealed, remember?
SIENNAM: *eyeroll*
ROUGHRIDER16: *wink*
SIENNAM: Do you wink in real life?
ROUGHRIDER16: lol, not often, no. Why, you like it?
SIENNAM: I just admire a good winker is all. I’m a bad winker.
ROUGHRIDER16: A good winker? Am I the only one who thinks that sounds dirty?
SIENNAM: Yeah, I think you’re reaching . . .
ROUGHRIDER16: Well, it rhymes with wanker. . . .
SIENNAM: Are you British?
ROUGHRIDER16: Nope.
SIENNAM: Tell me something about yourself.
ROUGHRIDER16: Okay . . . gimme a sec. . . .
ROUGHRIDER16: I beat a ninety-year-old at chess last weekend.
SIENNAM: Um, sweet? Did you flip over the table and scream “In your face!”?
ROUGHRIDER16: Nah. He was happier about it than I was. He’s a chess wizard, used to teach it when he was younger. He lives in the same nursing home as my grandpa, and we’ve been playing chess every weekend for more than six months now. It was the first time I won.
SIENNAM: It doesn’t sound so bad when you put it that way . . .
ROUGHRIDER16: lol, it wasn’t bad at all. Dude’s always busting my balls, saying things like, “You need to learn faster, son, or I’m gonna keel over before you ever win.”
SIENNAM: He sounds like a fun guy.
ROUGH RIDER 16: He is. He’s one of my favorites.
SIENNAM: Now tell me something random from your childhood.
ROUGHRIDER16: From childhood? Damn, I don’t know.
SIENNAM: Come on, just throw something out there.
ROUGHRIDER16: Okay, here’s something that might make you smile. My dad sat me down for “the talk” when I was thirteen. He was more nervous than I was. I wanted to tell him I already knew the details, but I was afraid I’d get in trouble, so I stayed quiet. He broke out a pad and paper and talked for like an hour, complete with drawings of stick people to illustrate. . . .
SIENNAM: OMG no! Stick people sex?
ROUGHRIDER16: Yep. It was brutal. If I ever have kids, there aren’t gonna be any drawings when we have the talk . . .
SIENNAM: So you don’t have kids—have you ever been married?
ROUGHRIDER16: No.
SIENNAM: Ever been close? Like, thought about it?
ROUGHRIDER16: No. It’s your turn now. Tell me something about you.
SIENNAM: Okay . . . let me see . . . when I was finishing grad school, I seriously considered working for an organization that helps entrepreneurs in third-world countries start businesses. I would have traveled to new places to assist for a few months at a time. It was my dream job.
ROUGHRIDER16: Why didn’t you do it?
SIENNAM: My best friend had gotten pregnant our senior year in college. The baby’s father stayed with her at first, but then he left—didn’t even tell her where he was going. She doesn’t have family close by. She needed help with her son, so I stayed.
ROUGHRIDER16: That’s admirable.
SIENNAM: Not really. I love her, and I love her son. He’s the boy I mentioned, who’s sick. I know if I would have been in that situation, she would have done the same for me.
ROUGHRIDER16: Have you ever thought about still doing that job someday?
SIENNAM: It would be hard now. I’m so involved in the day-to-day stuff at Alpha Mail. My goal is to open branches in two new cities within the next year, so then I’ll travel between the three for a while.
ROUGHRIDER16: Are you happy with your work?
SIENNAM: Very.
ROUGHRIDER16: Now give me something random from your childhood. . . .
SIENNAM: Okay, this one’s not as good without photographic evidence to support it, but when I was nine, I saw an actress on TV that I thought was really pretty, and I wanted to look like her. So I got some scissors and cut myself bangs, and since my mom wouldn’t let me wear makeup, I used a blue marker as eyeshadow on my eyelids and a pink one as blush. When my mom got home and saw me, she started crying. The bangs were really awful. We laugh about it now. And of course, my brother breaks out the photos as often as he can.
ROUGHRIDER16: That’s what brothers are for.
SIENNAM: I have a stash of photos of him with pimple cream and headgear, so there’s that.
ROUGHRIDER16: I can tell you love him.
SIENNAM: I do. Very much. Do you have siblings?
ROUGHRIDER16: I have a little sister.
SIENNAM: So I’ve been doing some thinking. . . .
ROUGHRIDER16: Yeah . . .
SIENNAM: About your Bob/John situation . . .
ROUGHRIDER16: Okay. Tell me more.
SIENNAM: You said you feel like you have to give the promotion to Bob because he’ll execute the job better.
ROUGHRIDER16: Unfortunately, yeah.
SIENNAM: Are you the boss at your job? The only one who gets to make this decision?
ROUGHRIDER16: Yes.
SIENNAM: I think you should give it to John.
ROUGHRIDER16: I can understand that, and it’s hard to explain, but . . . the results of the person in this position affect more than just him. Others won’t be able to succeed in their roles if we don’t have the best in the job Bob’s getting.
SIENNAM: Who is more senior at the company?
ROUGHRIDER16: John.
SIENNAM: I feel even more strongly that he should get the job, then.
ROUGHRIDER16: Why?
SIENNAM: You said he deserves it. He’s worked hard. He has more heart. And as the boss, you get to decide what to reward in employees. Don’t reward natural talent. Bob hasn’t earned that job.
SIENNAM: Hey, are you still here?
ROUGHRIDER16: Yes. I’m just thinking about what you said . . .
SIENNAM: Sleep on it. See what you think tomorrow.
ROUGHRIDER16: I will.
SIENNAM: I need to get to bed, but it was good to chat with you.
ROUGHRIDER16: It was. I like that you tell me what you really think, even if it’s not what you think I want to hear.
SIENNAM: Really? In that case, I think you’re obnoxious for not telling me who you are.
ROUGHRIDER16: Goodnight, Sienna.
SIENNAM: Goodnight.