Music & Lyrics

Call Me When You're Sober

Part One

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What the fuck is that sound?

Gloria. Gloria.

I can hear the lyrics of the ancient song. Wait, that's my ringtone. My ringtone for him.

I pick up the phone all ready knowing what this call is all about.

"Hey, hotshot." His raspy voice says.

"Hey." I answer somewhat groggy.

"Shit, I woke you again."

"I fell asleep going over some work in my office."

"I'm outside." Of course he was.

I stand up, finally waking up fully. My libido starts stretching as if it's about to start a decathlon race. I check myself in the mirror, my hair is a wild mess, my dress shirt from work, wrinkled and disheveled. The only other thing on is my undies so I think he will actually love my attire. Hastly combing my hair I leave for the door.

When I open the it, there he is in all his suite glory. I love seeing him like this, so manly and delicious. I oggle him this way too at the office every now and then that we catch each others eye. Of course we don't interact much outside a bedroom, kitchen, home office or wherever it is that we are in his or my apartment.

"Well, well Ms. Hartzler. Don't you look delectable today?" He smirks.

"Why, thank you Mr. Hartford." I smile mischievously.

"Have I ever told you I have a thing for women in glasses?" Right after those last words, he's on predator mode and I am his willing prey.

He grabs me by my waist pulling me to him right before his lips land on mine. They are soft yet firm, strong and demanding. They taste of some alcoholic drink and the male taste unique to him. I've never tasted alcohol in my life but his kisses give me the escape alcohol would. Plus this is a sweet addiction, safe and beneficial for both. His hands start making quick work of my shirt and so do mine. I finish first though and slide off both, his button down and jacket. Then mine joins his in my living room floor.

Effortlessly, he picks me up and instinctively I wrap my legs around his middle. I groan at the sweet bliss. He knows his way around, so without further inspection he walks us to my room. The minute I hear the door slam shut, I know the sweetest, most wonderful escape is about to follow. Like always.

Disposing ourselves of the rest of our clothes, we ingulge in the best kind of physical exertion.

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Slick with sweat and utterly spent I fall on his chest breathing heavy. I close my eyes to get some semblance of control on my lungs and heart.

"God, that was..."

I sigh contedly sated. "I know." I don't let him finish.

Just when my heartbeat and breathing are back to normal I sit up and snatch my silk robe.

"Hey," He snags me around my waist his mouth claiming my neck. "Where do you think you're going? I am not done with you yet."

Oh sweet baby Jesus.

"We both have jobs we are attempting to keep and have to attend to tomorrow. What were you even doing drinking on a week day. You never do that."

Michael Hartford and I met at one of the firm's Christmas parties. I was annoyed beyond belief but of course I couldn't leave my girls by themselves so I stayed for their sake.