She tapped her keyboard with a sleek, polished fingernail. She was buzzed from reading at least two of their previous message threads, and secretly she hoped this newest would end with a hot chat. Buzzed? She was horny as hell and more than ready.
They traded messages, the tease factor escalating. He wrote things that made her wet. She wrote things that made him hard.
She sent him a picture. Not one of her, but a very sexy one with a body like hers.
A few minutes elapsed. Not a good move, she thought. Now he won't need the rest.
Just as she was about to turn to another page, the invitation window opened. Her heart hammered wildly as she clicked and entered the private room.
Twenty sizzling minutes and three orgasms later, SexyBrit22 had dropped abruptly offline, leaving Shauna more worked up and frustrated than ever. Re-reading the transcript, she got herself off again, and that seemed to take care of the urge. She stepped out of the slippery panties and into a fresh pair, and somehow managed to get back to work.
Early the next morning she found a single line message from SexyBrit22 thanking her and telling her how hot their time was. She typed an equivalent response. Well, it was hot, she smiled, facing the day with the anticipation of repeating the hotness with him soon, and with an extra skip in her step.
The skip turned into cement shoes as the week progressed. It was obvious that not only was SexyBrit22 locking the hard and wet with another cyber hottie, but that the flirtation with LuvShauna was deader than Fire Island in February.
After the fourth day of silence from her once hot friend, she cussed and closed her browser. At that point she was too pissed off to think of getting off. She stomped down the hall and into yet another cold shower, scrubbing her skin with a vengeance. Once her mood was somewhat calmer, she stepped out and toweled herself dry.
No sooner had she finished unsnarling her wet hair when she heard a loud “poof.”
The comb clattered to the floor and Shauna shrieked. Her own steam covered mirror reflection was joined by that of a stranger’s face.
She whirled around, still too angry to be afraid of anyone. “Who are you and how the hell did you get into my bathroom?”
He bowed his dark head respectfully, pressing his palms together. “I was told I might be needed here. You see, I am the Chat Whisperer.” His Crown colony accent was undefinable, not quite Wellington and not quite Pretoria.
When he straightened up, Shauna could see he was an otherworldly sort of handsome, though his clothes were casual Western style. Someone had to be having some serious fun at her expense.
“Right, and I’m the Lucky Charms leprechaun," she snapped. "Now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to take a message to whatever practical joker sent you. Tell them this wicked witch of the west is not in the mood, so bugger off.” She pushed past him, through the doorway, and fled to her bedroom.
He was already waiting for her on the far side of her bed, with the same deferential gaze.
An ice cold knot clenched the pit of her stomach. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”
“No, Miss Shauna, I was not. I will leave you to get dressed, and when you are finished we can talk in your sitting room.” And poof! He was gone.
And I didn’t even tell him my name, she marveled.
***
She offered him something to drink. He declined but encouraged her to imbibe if she chose.
She perched on the sofa arm, popped open a Moxie and swigged. ”So, Mr. Chat Whisperer, do you have another name?”
“You may call me Burton,” he answered pleasantly.
Dignified enough, she thought. Suits him well.
“And what exactly does a Chat Whisperer do?” She tilted her head in expectation.
“I provide guidance and support for ladies like yourself who have, for lack of a better phrase, are in search of their mojo, if you will.”
She gulped and coughed. The soda had fizzled down the wrong pipe. “It’s that bad, huh?"
“Oh no, Miss Shauna. I was not necessarily referring to your particular skill set in that regard, but mostly to your state of mind.”
An idea shot through her as clearly as a soprano’s high note. “Do you know the state of mind...