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Guarding His Heart

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“You’re a pervert. You shouldn’t be sexting me.”

“This is not sexting. I’ll show you what sexting is.” He typed back immediately and sent another photo. I closed my eyes as I waited for the image to download. I left out a sigh of relief as I saw it was just a photo of his naked chest. “Your turn now.”

“You wish.” I shook my head at the phone.

“I do. Bra or panties is fine.”

“You’re so inappropriate.”

“You’re the one that told me you only eat stallions.”

“That’s because you made the comment about horses.”

“That’s because you told me you enjoy riding.”

“I never said that. You brought up riding.”

“So you prefer being on the bottom?”

“I never said that.”

“What position do you prefer?”

“I’m not talking about this with you!”

“Sex helps to relieve stress.”

“Then you better go and find someone then. This is New York, I’m sure there are prostitutes in the bar downstairs.”

“I’m hurt that you think I need a prostitute to get laid. :(.”

“Whatever.”

“Want to cuddle?”

“No.”

“Make out?”

“No.”

“Spoon?”

“No?”

“Want me to have a mutually delicious snack??”

“NO.”

“Darn.”

“Good night, Leo.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep yet.”

“I didn’t give you my number for you to try and get me into bed via text.” I sent the text and waited for his response, but nothing came through. I put the phone down, a little sad that our exchange had ended already, though I knew I was playing with fire by flirting with him, even if it was just a little bit. I reached for the remote control and turned the channel. Then my phone beeped again. Only it wasn’t a new text. I had a new email. I opened my email and pulled up my new email.

To: Hannah Will

From: Leonardo Maxwell

Re: Does this work better than texts?

Dear Hannah,

I received your text and decided that maybe I’d have better luck with an email. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get a booty-call. Please know that I respect you. Please know that I want nothing more than to prove to you that I am a stallion rather than a horse. And maybe we can keep each other warm tonight?

Yours Sincerely,

Leo

I read his email twice and rolled my eyes before responding.

To: Leonardo Maxwell

From: Hannah Will

Re: Emails are not better than texts!!

Leo,

Emails are not better than texts. Both can be used when requesting a booty-call. I don’t care if you’re a stallion or horse. Good Night.

Hannah

Your Assistant

I pressed send and waited for his response a bit more eagerly than I wanted to admit to myself.

To: Hannah Will

From: Leonardo Maxwell

Re: Emails are slightly better than texts, yes?

Hannah,

Thanks for letting me know you were my assistant. For a second there, I thought you were my boss, but then I remembered I got your job. Does it matter that I’m not requesting a booty-call? Just a mutually beneficial snuggling session.

Leo

Your Boss

I read his email and snarled at the phone. “Asshole.” I hissed as I typed furiously.

To: Leonardo Maxwell

From: Hannah Will

Re: No, they will never be better

Leo,

There is nothing mutually beneficial to me from a snuggling session with you. I don’t want to catch anything from you. You don’t need to remind me that you stole my job. I remember every time I see my pitiful paycheck. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have things to do.

Hannah

Poorly paid assistant

“Take that, Leo.” I smiled to myself as I hit send.

To: Hannah Will

From: Leonardo Maxwell

Re: Stop thinking about me when you touch yourself

Hannah,

The title to the email says it all.

Your Stallion, Leo

I gasped at his response. “You wish.” I hissed and sighed as I realized that it wasn’t far from the realm of possibility. Maybe not tonight, but I was sure that I’d think about him the next time I masturbated. Not that I would ever let him know that.

To: Leonardo Maxwell

From: Hannah Will

Re: You are....

GROSS!!

I turned my phone off and then lay back and looked for something to watch on the TV. I was not going to engage with him in this game. I found a Sex in the City movie on HBO and lay back and watched Carrie and Big talking. Of course, I didn’t have the willpower to not think about the email, so I grabbed my phone after a few minutes and turned it back on. Of course, there was an email waiting for me. I opened it eagerly.

To: Hannah Will

From: Leonardo Maxwell

Re: Taking me back to elementary school

Hannah,

I haven’t been called gross since second grade. Thanks for taking me back to the good old days. I guess I’ll call it a night as well.

Have sweet dreams.

Leo

A man that can only hope his dreams will come true one day.

I put the phone back down on the bed and smiled. I knew our conversations were totally inappropriate, but I rather liked it. It felt good to know he was attracted to me. It made me feel warm inside, even though it also made me feel uneasy. How long could this continue? Would I eventually succumb to him? And if I did, what next? He wasn’t asking to be in a relationship with me. From everything I knew about him, he didn’t do relationships. Which was fine. I didn’t have to date him. I just didn’t know if I could sleep with him and not want more. I’d never had sex with anyone that wasn’t a boyfriend. Against my better judgment, I was starting to like Leo. He was more than just handsome. He was more than just the boss’s son. He was funny and smart and he didn’t take himself too seriously. He was different than I’d imagined he’d be. Though, I was still mad that he’d taken my job. It just seemed so unfair. And then a thought struck me. Wasn’t there a no-dating policy at work? Maybe sleeping with him would benefit me in more ways than one. I’d get to be with him; something my body was craving. And I’d also have a chance to get him fired for abuse of power. If he was fired, I might get the position after all.

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