Part I
âAre you wearing the panties I sent you?â A deep voice I had come to know so well, whispered huskily.
My breath quickened and my pussy clenched in automatic response to his deep, chocolate-smooth baritone.
Oh God, it was him again. I swallowed nervously.
Weâd been communicating for less than a week and each time I had the same reaction when heâd call me after my radio talk show ended. Right off the bat, heâd asked me such intimate questions Iâd anted to hang up in his face. Yet, I hadnât.
Heâd called every night over the last week, and to my shame, Iâd come to need his nightly calls. Normally, he called when my show had ended, and Iâd sent my engineer home and was all alone.
I glanced at the clock mounted on my desk, surprised to hear from him so early in the night. Tonight was a rerun of a previous show, and for all intents and purposes neither I, nor my engineer, needed to be in the studio.
Yet, there was no way I was going to stay away whether I needed to be here or not. I couldnât even if I wanted to.
From the first time I heard his voice heâd captivated me and I hadnât been able to deny him anything. Heâd started out talking dirty to me. Asking me if I had a man, if I needed one, and telling me he wanted to be the one to give me what I needed. The way heâd laid it down so smooth, so hot, I tried my best to hang up. Damn, I did. I wanted to tell him to go to straight to hell. But I couldnât.
From the first night, well, things had progressed. And after what he had me doing to myself last nightâ¦I swore I wouldnât take any more of his kinky calls. Particularly, when I came into work and found his âgiftâ on my desk, wrapped in a pretty pink box with a pearl-beaded bow.
âDid you hear me?â
My heartbeat slammed against my breastbone, and my treacherous nipples beaded in response to the low-toned voice pouring from the small speakers mounted in my desk.
I quickly glanced up to see if my engineer, Trina, had overheard.
I released a heartfelt sigh of relief when she wasnât looking my way. Thank God, she didnât seem to be paying me any attention behind her soundproofed glassed-in booth, gathering her things as she prepared to leave for the night.
Nevertheless, I quickly snatched up the phone and sat back down in my chair.
âPleaseâ¦I told you, no more calls. If you want advice on love, call during the showâs regular time, and currently weâre doing a Best of show, so thatâs not going to happen tonight. I suggest you find somewhere else to get your kicks,â I answered, trying my best to infuse as much attitude as I could in my tone, but even to my own ears it came out sounding pitiful and weak.
His answering, deep-throated chuckle confirmed it for me.
âKeep saying that, Dr. Adams, and maybe youâll convince yourself. Damn sure not convincing me,â he arrogantly replied.
âLook, Mr.ââ
I waited for him to fill in the name, knowing full well he wouldnât.
âDr. A, Iâm going to be leaving for the night, to meet my monâ¦aw no, woman! Is that another caller? I thought Iâd put the answering machine on.â Trina came hustling out of her control room and groaned. She flipped one of her long dreads over her shoulder and came to a halt near my desk, her large hemp bag thrown over her shoulder.
âNo, Trina, itâs okay. You get out of here and go and meet your man. This isnât anything I canât handle.â I smiled reassuringly at her and held the phone away from my ear as I spoke, purposely allowing him to hear what I said.
Some of my nervousness must have come through. Trina gave me a look. âDr. A, Jerrod can wait, ees no problem if you need me to stayâ¦â she said in her deep Jamaican accent, allowing the sentence to trail off questioningly. Despite the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, I laughed.
âGo! You arenât going to get that man of yours mad at me because I kept his honey, knowing full well you two have plans,â I said, laughing, reminding her of their plans to get away for the weekend. âHonestly, this is nothing. Iâll wrap up in a minute and do some odds and ends. I plan on heading out of here within the next hour or so myself,â I reassured her.
âAre you sure, then?
âYes, I am. Iâll have one of the sound guys make sure the tapes run smoothly. Thereâs no need for me to be here.â I reminded her that I wasnât needed at the station, either. âIâm going to head home early. In fact, could you close the blinds for me?â I asked.
âAnd Iâll be believing that when I see it, Doctor A! I donât tink youâd know what to do with yourself if you werenât here.â Trina laughed.
I took a mock swipe at her. âIâm fineâ¦now go before I change my mind and keep you here with me all night!â
âIâm going, Iâm going!â she said, laughing, and quickly closed the blinds before she scurried to the door.
Right before she opened it, she turned back to me and gave me a small, half grin, a look of concern crossing her pretty cocoa-brown face. âSeriously, Dr. A, you give all the great advice on love, and you know I be admiring youâ¦but maybe itâs time for you to take your own advice, woman!â she said, stretching out the word woman. âLet go and have some fun.â She blew me a kiss before closing the door behind her.