The Darker Exterior

Chapter 13

I rinsed my dinner pan out before placing it in my dishwasher. The days were getting slower and slower. Atticus had actual work to do lately. Come on, can't he be one of those millionaires that don't work for real?

He hadn't even texted me today, and it was near bedtime. I debated texting him first, but he rarely responded even if I did. I won't lie and say it didn't hurt, but I guess I understand. I can't always be a priority. 

I finally retired to my bedroom, staring at the green dress I had chosen for the event. It was green with an empire waistline that ended mid-thigh. The sleeves were long and cuffed but also flowy and see-through. It was the perfect combo of breezy and cute.

Atticus also may have called it easy access...

But that was just a perk, of course.

The event was on Monday, so I had these next few days to prepare to be Ford's date yet again mentally. 

As I flopped down onto my messy bed, my phone began to buzz.

I glanced down at the screen to see Atticus' contact picture.

With a smile, I accepted the call, "Hello?"

"Hello, Ms. Vidal. How was your day?" he asks, silence beaming behind his voice.

"It was alright. Work is work. Still getting prepared for Monday.

"That's good to hear. Is Ford still treating you well?" he asks.

"As well as ever, I guess. What's up?"

Atticus shuffles around behind the phone and lets out a deep breath.

"Nothing of importance, I just missed the sound of your sweet voice," he said. I could picture his signature smirk through the phone and nearly blushed out of instinct.

"I miss you too," I reply, turning over onto my stomach, kicking my feet up in the air like a teenage girl, "Did you have a good day at work?" 

"It was alright, but to be honest, I was thinking about you the whole day. I barely got any work done."

"Oh?" I ask, twirling a small piece of hair between my fingers, "What were you thinking about, specifically?"

A dark laugh erupted from Atticus' throat as he responded, "That's something I would much rather discuss in person, Aurelia," he paused, "so it will have to wait."

I pondered the mystery of the many dark things he could be imagining and took a shaky breath, "What if..."

"Yes?" he asks, intrigued.

"What if it doesn't have to wait?" I ask, sitting up.

There was a brief moment of silence, "I can always send you my address, darling," he purred.

"I think that's a good idea," I respond, standing up, walking over to my closet, "I can be over there in the next hour."

"I look forward to it, Ms. Vidal," he whispered, "but make sure you hurry."

I smiled to myself and gently pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, "it's a date."

"Oh, yes it is," he replied darkly before hanging up.

I squealed and began to look through my closet, dancing to myself as I opened a few different drawers.

I had been pondering the thought of having sex with Atticus for a few days, and decided although I was intimidated by the number of sex toys he seemed to have just laying around his multiple houses, it would be an experience for the ages, especially considering what we had already done. The thought of his hands on my skin again just set my soul on fire.