Lesson Learned Ch. 03

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Thankfully the next day was Sunday, because I couldn’t have functioned at work after the night before. I slept until close to eleven and might have slept later but for Lia’s slipping her hand between my legs and making me come. Waking via orgasm wasn’t a bad way to start the day. It was hard to get into the swing of things after sleeping so late, despite the way I woke up. Breakfast wasn’t worth mentioning, so we went straight to lunch. I never felt like I completely woke up and having Lia there kept me even more off kilter. We sat at opposite ends of the couch, me with my third cup of coffee and Lia looking as relaxed and beautiful as ever in a shirt and sweatpants she borrowed from me. “How’s work been going?” she asked. “Pretty good.” I sipped at my coffee. “I’m on kind of a big story now. Well, big locally anyway. Lots of bribery and corruption going on. You know, the usual.” “Really? Wow.” Lia looked surprised. “When will you write it up?” “I’ve been writing it up as I go along. There’s a lot of information to confirm so I’m not sure when they’ll print it.” I had a lot of things I needed to verify and double-check. I didn’t like the number of anonymous sources I had so far, but few people were willing to go on record with names. I couldn’t blame them. This was going to cost jobs and cause some seriously bad PR for the people involved. My boss had warned me to tell him about any threats I might get. There hadn’t been any so far, but I wouldn’t hesitate to follow his instructions. “How about you?” I asked. kaçak iddaa “Still with that pharmaceutical firm?” “Yep. They’ve moved me over into HR and that’s kind of fun. I get to meet people, work with different departments.” She grinned. “You know me. I get bored without some change.” I knew that. It had been no small factor in our breakup. “That’s great, I’m glad for you.” And I was. For everything that had happened, I wasn’t angry at her. Not anymore. How can you be mad at someone for just being who she is? “Seeing anyone?” she asked. “No. No time, really.” I shrugged. “I guess I’m just not looking for anything right now.” She cocked her head. “Have you seen anyone since we broke up?” That was Lia, always taking the direct approach. “No.” “It’s been a while now. You haven’t met anyone that whole time?” “No, I haven’t.” She grinned and laughed. “Spoiled you for everyone else, have I?” I rolled my eyes. “Hardly. I don’t always have to be dating someone. Besides, like I said, I’ve been busy. Been meeting sources late, that sort of thing. Cuts into my time.” “Ooooh. Very Deep Throat.” “Not really. Just a lot of people who work high up and enjoy throwing their weight around by demanding meetings in the middle of the night. They like to think they’re James Bond or something.” “I guess it isn’t?” “No. It’s pretty dull, really.” I put my coffee down and stretched. “Kind of like police work. A lot of paperwork, a lot of phone calls, a lot of verifying facts.” “God, sounds like when I did my research paper kaçak bahis in high school. I’d be bored stiff.” “I don’t know, I like it. You know me.” I shrugged again. “I like to get into things, figure out what’s going on, dig into the background.” “Not me. That’s all past stuff. That’s boring.” I studied her. “Is that why you never talk about yours?” Lia and I had gotten involved about a year ago and stayed that way for a few months. It had been hot and heavy at first, like it had been last night. We’d spent a whole lot more time talking about what we liked in bed than talking about ourselves. That had been all right for a while; novelty can last a pretty long time if you don’t look at it too closely. Once we moved past the novelty stage, where most people start learning about each other, the learning was only one way. Lia didn’t want to talk much. I didn’t press at first, but it was frustrating to be so intrigued by someone and not be able to solve the mystery, especially for me. I could find out where she’d gone to school and that her parents had divorced and remarried. That was all a matter of record. But what made Lia tick, what made her her, was another matter, and she hadn’t been interested in helping me learn. It seemed she still wasn’t. Lia sighed. “Iris, don’t start. We were having a good time.” “I’m not trying to start anything. I’m just asking a question.” “I’m leaving.” Lia bounced off the couch. “This isn’t why I’m here.” “Wait, Lia. Don’t go.” I got up and caught her arm. “I’m sorry. Please, illegal bahis stay.” “All right. I mean it, though. I don’t want to get into some big talk session. Let’s just hang out and have fun, okay?” She gave me a heated look. “Like we used to.” “Like this?” I pulled her into a deep kiss and swept my hands over her body. “Yeah, like that.” I slid my hands under the thin t-shirt she’d put on and squeezed her breasts. She moaned into my mouth and tangled her fingers in my hair. “Hey,” I said between kisses. “Why don’t we go to the bedroom? I have something new there.” I knew she’d have a hard time resisting that. “Come on, Lia. Let’s go.” “Something new? Why didn’t you say so last night?” We both laughed as we kissed and made our way to the bedroom. I pushed her down on the bed and reached down for the edge of her shirt so I could pull it over her head. I grinned as she leaned back, giving me a good look at her breasts. They had something of a teardrop shape to them and her hard, rosy nipples pointed up at me. “Not fair.” She pretended to pout and then reached for my shirt. Once it was off, she gave a dramatic sigh. “Really, Iris? You felt the need to put on a bra?” “You know I’m more comfortable with one.” I was no Dolly Parton, but I had enough up front that going without a bra tended to be uncomfortable after a while. “I don’t know why you bothered, since you only wanted me to take it off.” Lia reached around and undid the hooks; she was quite adept at that. “That’s better.” She started to flick her tongue over one of my nipples but I pushed her back. “That’s not why we’re here.” I braced my arms on the bed and held myself over her. Her eyes were bright with anticipation as she waited for me to do something.

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