The next day, I called his office. He was out. I left a message with his secretary “Brenda”, with my office phone number.
I waited.
He didn’t call.
That pissed me off.
I waited more.
He still didn’t call.
Fine. I’m not going to call him either.
That night, I went home, watched television, gave myself a facial, and steamed. How could someone who is such a gentleman not call?
The next day, I gave in and called him. I figured that I had let enough time pass to retain my dignity.
“May I speak with Mr. Mason please, this is Lauren.”
“Please hold, Lauren, I’ll pass you through to Mr. Mason.”
I waited, my stomach getting a little nervous as it always did when I spoke with him.
“Hello princess.” His voice…. It had an edge to it. He didn’t sound pleased.
“Hello… how are you?”
“I’m fine but a little disappointed that you didn’t call me yesterday.”
“I did call you! I left a message.”
“I told you from the start that I would not call you. You need to call me. It is your place.”
“Oh…. I-uh—forgot. Sorry.”
“Sorry what?”
“Sorry Daddy.”
“That’s better. How’s my girl today? I’ve been thinking about you.”
A flutter in between my legs as he said that. I thought about how he last saw me, in my bra and underwear, moaning on the floor at his feet. I thought about how he had carried me to and from the car; how he had lifted my body without a thought, effortlessly, and made me feel light as a child.
“You have?” I said, trying to coax more information from him.
“Yes baby, I have.”
“Tell me?” My voice was changing, coming out higher, softer, like a little girl’s.
“Nope… but I’ll show you, if you’d like.”
I could hear his grin through the phone. I smiled. “Sounds interesting, Daddy.”
“Want to come to my house tonight again, princess?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“See you at 8:00 then? Too late for you on a school night?”
I giggled. “8:00 will be fine… I don’t mind.”
“Better make it 7:30 pm then… don’t want my girl tired in the morning.”
“Planning on wearing me out?” I said, cheekily.
“Count on it, princess.”
