Good Or Bad?

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Friday was our date and I was looking forward to it. I didn't have anything planned because I knew that Pompous would do it. I was right.

My texts went like this on Thursday.

Me: Hey, do I need to plan something for tomorrow?

Reid: Tomorrow?

Me: Ass! Our date?

Reid: Totally forgot, Raul!

Me: Not funny. Teddy!

Reid: Lol I have it all planned. Wear jeans, Raul. Tight jeans...shit now I'm turned on!

Me: I hate you.

Reid: Kitten, you could never hate me! I'm delicious.

Me: No, you are like fruitcake! I never ask for it but I get a crate of it and it's just there to mock me!

There was a long pause between that text I sent and Reid's next text. I began to worry as my phone buzzed.

Reid: LMAO!

I laughed as I texted.

Me: Too harsh?

Reid: Had to recover and I'm in a meeting. So funny. Not harsh, Kitten.

Me: *sigh* So jeans?

Reid: I could send you clothes.

Me: Control freak

Reid: We're getting to know each other.

Me: I hate being controlled

Reid: Do you?

And I blushed. I wasn't sure. I may want Reid to control me and I blushed more.

Reid: Thinking about it, it's hot huh. Be ready at eight am. I've got plans.

Me: This isn't going to be a normal date, is it.

Reid: Are you asking?

Me: No. *sigh*

Reid: It's called trust, Kitten.

Me: Okay.

Reid: Mmm getting revved up in this meeting!

Me: Shut up. Have a good day, Teddy..

Reid: Lol You too. Kitten.

I needed a cold shower at work because that was weird but it turned me on. I loved talking to him because he wasn't like everyone else.

Jim came home and sighed. "Reid said that this was for you, for tomorrow. And I have tomorrow off!" He smiled and handed me a bag, a duffle bag.

"What is this?" I froze as I took it.

"It's from your boyfriend." Jim smiled at me. "We haven't really talked. How are things with Lover boy?"

"What? Fine!" I blushed again. "We're friends!" I knew that was not true.

Jim laughed. "Sure. Fine. I see that. I saw that the other day!" I knew he was referring to Wednesday when he barged in while Reid was kissing the life out of me.

I sighed as I opened the bag. I pulled out jeans and chuckled. "Dick!"

Jim stared. "What?"

"Not you! I was talking to myself. Reid's a dick and he knows why." I smiled as I held them up. "And he knows my size!"

Jim laughed. "He does. I shopped though."

"What?"

"Assistant! Remember? He picked them out online and I picked them up. Technically, he shopped and I picked them up. There's more!" Jim moved his eyebrows.

I pulled out some hot pink lace panties. I turned red and shoved them back in the bag. There were three pairs.

Jim laughed. "I picked those up too! Sexy!"

I choked. "I'm not wearing those!"

Jim chuckled. "Yes, you will! Reid wants you to wear everything in that bag, including those panties."

I rushed to my room and locked the door. I dumped the bag and there was nothing embarrassing. Socks, cowboy boots and a couple of nice shirts to go with the jeans. This was casual. I stared at the panties. I was not wearing them.

My phone buzzed.

Reid: Thinking about me again?

Me: Usually when someone texts they say they are thinking about that person!

Reid: Lol But I know you were thinking about me. Also it's clear that I was thinking about you because I texted you out of the blue. It's redundant to say it.

Me: dumbfounded.

Reid: you make me laugh. Wear the panties.

Me: What?

Reid: You heard me. It's our first date so no sex but I can't promise there won't a base or two violated.

Me: Pompous.

Reid: Honest.

Me: I know. I like it and don't let that go to your head.

Reid: too late, Kitten. Mmm Kitten in pink. Grrr

Me: Shut up!

Reid: Raul would wear them!

I laughed in spite of myself. I liked him too much.

Me: Date him then

I could almost hear him laughing.

Reid: Maybe I will. See you later, Kitten. Oh, thinking about you...in pink.

Me: No! Now you sound perverted! Teddy.

Reid: I know. Lol!!!!

I couldn't decide if texting him was good or bad but he made me laugh.




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