Chapter 21

• EMMA
• I sent Damian several more pics over the last two days. The latest was a pic from my shower that morning. My tits were all sudsy with my hard, pink nipples poking out from the bubbles. He’d yet to respond to any of them, but I knew he was looking at them. I could see it in his eyes the few times I’d run into him at the club. He was making a point to stay away from me, but I knew it couldn’t last. He needed me as much as I needed him. I was confident he’d figure that out sooner rather than later.
• When I showed up for work, the waitresses were having a moment of panic. I’d gotten to know all of them pretty well by now, and I liked all of them. Well, except for Jessica who always managed to be as nasty as possible. Knowing she’d had her mouth around my man’s dick didn’t rate her very highly in my book either, so we just kind of avoided each other.