Chapter 15

Work, coding, was not going smoothly. It was hard to blame yourself for that though considering how much you had on your mind. Usually, you were able to ignore distractions, or at least shift them to the back of your mind when you sat down to start the problem-solving that was managing the latest developments your team had been working on for the startup. You hadn’t even been this distracted when you were in the days leading up to your date with April.

Now, though, you had sex on the brain. It made sense that you would, but it was still frustrating whenever you caught yourself daydreaming about kissing her, or licking her nipples, or wedging your cock into the cleft of her pussy and slowly pushing in.

And there you went again.

No one else at the office knew that your date had happened - you had always felt weird when your coworkers were talking about their dating lives at work, so you’d kept your mouth shut because you tried not to be a hypocrite. Now, though, you wanted to talk to someone about it. Not about the sex, obviously, but about the date itself and how you were feeling. You wanted more perspective so you could feel sure about how it ended.

Just after lunch, when you couldn’t stand it anymore, you decided that if ignoring the problem wasn’t working then maybe engaging with it would make it go away fast. Pulling out your phone, you opened up your texts and found April.

You’d forgotten that the only things that had been sent between the two of you were the nudes. In a panic you dropped your phone, looking around - your area of the office was semi-open and your coworkers and team members were around, but thankfully no one seemed to have been looking at you or over your shoulder. You picked up your phone and quickly sent a series of texts, one word at a time.

Need. To. Push. Pictures. Up. Feed. OK. Almost. There.

As you started typing out your actual message, April responded with a crying laughing emoji and a kissing lips emoji. That made you grin a little, but you still typed and erased your message six times as you second-guessed what you were trying to say.

Ollie, baby, I can see you typing and stopping over and over. Just send the message, April sent.

You felt yourself flushing again and pressed send.

Hello, beautiful. I was thinking about you.

Aww, my heart! She sent back. I was thinking about you too. I had a lot of fun last night, even before the FUN.

I did too, you responded. I can’t wait to see you again. Do you need to leave the city any time soon?

In a couple of weeks, but only for a few days, April texted. NDA job, so I can’t tell you for what.

“Hey, Ollie,” your coworker Tim called over to you. “You OK over there?”

“Pardon?” you asked, looking up from your phone.

“You’re grinning like you might break your face, buddy,” he chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Just some good news,” you said. “Not mine to share though.”

Tim smirked and shook his head before going back to his work, and you noticed several other coworkers glancing over at you questioningly.

You went back to your phone but saw that April had sent you a voice note. You had to dig your earbuds out of your desk drawer and plug them in, and then you were very happy that you did.