"Hello?" Denna asked, waiting for a response.
"Yeah, I'm trying to reach Beth." A man's voice said with a pause.
"I think you have the wrong number. My name is Denna."
"Oh, sorry about that. Maybe I should just talk to you instead. Your voice sounds better than hers." he laughed with a sexy tone.
"I won't get any work done if I talk to you," leaking a small hidden giggle, flirting with him.
"If you don't mind, I certainly don't."
"What could we possibly talk about? I don't even know your name. " Denna's curious tone began to change the pitch of her voice.
"It's John and I'll let you pick the subject, since I interrupted you." he said, waiting for her response.
"It's no interruption, John." which wasn't completely the truth. "Well, we don't want to talk about work. So let's just leave that out of it." she paused. "What do you prefer, Summer or Winter?"
"Summer. I like the heat more so then the cold. I think it's easier to cool off than it is to warm up." his voice showed a small hint of seduction. "And you? Which do you prefer?"
"I am the same way. I love summers. I spent too much time around the cold when I was younger so now I really enjoy the heat." she said, searching for her next question.
John's voice poured into the phone over the course of the next hour as they talked about food, sports, and what they disliked. His voice was sexy as he breathed, laughed, even when he cleared his throat. Each thing that he revealed kept her on the phone with him longer.
Denna glanced at the clock more than once, knowing that appointments waited while she continued chatting with him. Every time she wanted to hang up the phone, John somehow managed to keep her talking a little longer.
"Okay, I really have to go. Or I am going to be late for my next client." Denna said firmly.
"I really enjoyed our conversation. I wish we could talk longer." John's voice spoke volumes.
Denna was sure that he was smiling. " Call me again, John." she said, without thinking.
"I will. Goodbye, Denna." he said reluctantly.
"Goodbye, John." she repeated as the line went dead.
The next day......
Denna stood, hunched over a big, black desk. Her laptop at one side and at the other, stacked high, folders and papers were scattered everywhere. Most of the afternoon she searched for a project she previously worked on. Papers dropped onto the floor at her feet as she sighed, getting frustrated. Her leather chair was pushed back against the window overlooking the backyard. A home office with a view, you could see the pond just outside the window. Then the phone rang.
"Hello, this is Denna." she said, in a business tone.
"Is it lunch time yet?" John chuckled.
"Hi! My lunchtime already came and went." she said, still frustrated. "But, I am ready for a break!" as she walked over to the sofa chair and sat down at the edge of it.
"So, take that break and talk to me." he said with a smooth voice, listening to her move, to get comfortable. "I'd tell ya to let your hair down but, I can't see you."
"Today, it's a business skirt, soft black blouse and my hair is down." she added, giving him a little to go on as she quietly toyed with the buttons on her blouse.
"Oh, that sounds nice." John sighed. "So does that mean your barefooted?" he laughed. "You can't truly relax until you take off your shoes."
"I am wearing heels." Denna added. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?" she asked, almost sure the next question would be what's underneath. Denna tried to decide if she'd tell him as she took a breath, feeling the anticipation, sliding her fingers around the inside of her blouse, opening it slightly.
"What color are your eyes?" he finally asked.
"Green" she answered softly.
"And what color are yours?" bringing her finger to her mouth as she bit at her finger nail.
"Haze,l but they seem to change color with what I wear, or so I'm told. " his voice went deeper.
Denna felt herself take a breath, wondering what he had on, but skipped over the question.
"And your hair, how long and what color is it?" he quickly asked, noticing she didn't come back with another question.
"A rich dark brown, stops at my shoulders." she answered, laying her head back onto the soft cushion of her chair as she let out a relaxing sigh. "And yours?"
"Brown and really short all the way around but, plenty to grab towards the top." he said, letting out the same sigh.
Denna looked over at the clock wondering how long she had been talking to him. Time seemed to be passing so slowly while she listened to him. His voice close to intoxicating as she hung on his every word, wondering when his questions would become more direct or if he would just keep it at a harmless flirtation.
"I need to make some dinner." she finally spoke, "Have you eaten?"
"I had a big lunch, but I need a shave and a shower." he said. "Ran today and when I came back, I decided to call you."
Denna began to get images of running shorts, a sweaty t-shirt and dirty running shoes with a towel thrown over his neck. The image suddenly became so appealing.
"Alright, then I'll let you go." she said, thoughts of him hunched over in his chair with the towel hanging from his neck.
"Can I call you after dinner?" he asked softly.
"Yes, I'd like that. It will be your turn to pick a new subject." she said playfully.
"Sounds like a date." he laughed, "Going to bring your desert?" his voice turned sexy. "I will bring mine."
"Maybe, if I haven't finished it yet." she paused, wondering what he was thinking. "Talk to you later, John." her mind raced, what kind of desert was he talking about?
"Until then, Denna." the phone went dead as she placed it on the coffee table, falling back into the chair. Laying there for a few moments, her leg dangled off the arm of the chair as she thought about him.
***
Six o'clock, seven o'clock, and then eight.
"I guess you fell asleep on our first date, John." Denna snickered, thinking to herself. "It's time for desert! I am just going to start without you." looking at the clock, before heading down the hall to the bedroom.
Stopping at the foot of the bed, her fingers came to the zipper at the edge of her skirt. The stressed metal sound of the teeth began as the skirt slid down off her hips, falling at her feet. Stepping out of it, still in her high heels, she turned, looking at herself in the reflection of the mirror.
The soft black blouse she wore loosely hung just below her sex. She turned to hold the side of the dresser while pulling off each strap to her heels as they hit the floor with a thud. Her bare feet sank down into the carpet as she moved her toes, feeling the tired balls of her feet.
A glimpse over her shoulder, once again admiring the blouse and how it clung to her body, which just barely covered her cheeks. It wasn't easy to tell by looking in the mirror if she wore anything underneath. The blouse softly kissed her skin with her heat just trapped beyond the buttons. A faint sound of the phone was heard from the other room as she briskly walked down the hall to pick it up.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Denna? " a voice said.
"Yeah?" realizing it was John on the other end of the line. "I was beginning to think-"
"I'm sorry." John began to interrupt her. "My brother called and we got to talking. I completely lost track of time." he said, hoping she wasn't put off by it.
"It's okay. Your just in time for desert. I almost started without you." she laughed, letting him off the hook. The sound of her refrigerator door shutting, John's silence, patiently listening.
"Oh, yeah? What's for desert?" John listened, the sound of a drawer shutting in the back ground.
"Ben and Jerry" she giggled, dipping her spoon into the small container and pulling out a rounded lump of ice cream. The spoon was heard making contact against her teeth as John took a deep breath.
"Ohh, my favorite." his voice went deep and sultry. "Wish I could taste it. That just gave me the chills." he said bluntly.
"What desert did you bring?" she questioned, wondering what he would look like eating ice cream. A small sucking sound came from her lips as she cleaned off the spoon while waiting for his reply.
"Um, oh..." he mumbled, distracted her eating."I had some lemon cake earlier while I talked to my brother." he finally said, trying to concentrate. "So, I guess I didn't bring any." John got quiet again, listening to her lick, suck and then breathe softly while she ate the ice cream off the spoon.
"That's okay, it's all gone now." she laughed, as John sighed in disappointment. "So, what's the topic for the evening, John?" she asked, breaking the short silence. She began to go back down the hall to the bedroom, listening for the next question.
"Well, I know what your favorite desert is. Hmm, what do you like to do to unwind?" he asked.
Upon reaching the edge of her bed, she sat down and then laid back with her knees bent at the edge of the mattress. "It sounds like it's out of a movie but, I really like a glass of wine and a hot bath." she said softly, stretching a little, getting comfortable. A small sigh left her parted lips, feeling like she was melting into the bed while listening to his voice.
"That sounds nice." he finally said. "You sound like your getting relaxed now." his voice almost humming.
"I am." she answered, but didn't tell him where and wondered if he'd ask. "How do you like to unwind?" she quickly added.
"I love listening to soft music. After working all day, it's nice to just kick back and only listen." he said with a sigh. "What a combination. A hot bath, wine and soft music. A perfect evening in my book." he chuckled.
