Birthday Wishes - The List: Book 1 by Braxton Cole Read Free Book Online

We're catering a luncheon for 120 people. I'll be busy all day.
     
    This time I waited too long for a response. I sighed and took another bite when my phone beeped.
     
    Do you wear a uniform?
     
    I almost spewed microwaved pasta onto my coffee table. He had to be disappointed, but instead of holding it against me, he rolled with it and switched fantasies. Nicely done. I messaged him back.
     
    White dress shirt, black tie, short black skirt.
     
    I'll admit it. Rachel and I fashioned our uniforms after the girls in the Robert Palmer video for “Addicted to Love.” They were simple, sexy, and affordable. Again, my phone beeped.
     
    Heels?
     
    I laughed out loud. I'd lay money that the next time Luca suggested the office fantasy that he would request it in my office with me in uniform.
     
    Of course. Pic?
     
    I didn't wait for a response and sent him the link to our website. There were several photos of Rachel and me in uniform. They were tastefully sexy. We spent a fortune on the right photographer to get the results we wanted, but agreed it was money well spent. He texted back right away.
     
    Wow. . .wow!
     
    Speechless Luca was sexy. And kind of cute. I took another bite and texted him back.
     
    Glad you like it.
     
    While I waited, I Googled “actuary” and sadly, there was absolutely nothing sexy about his job. I didn't bother asking if he had a hot uniform. Maybe the next time I set up an illicit online affair, I'd look for a firefighter or a cop. Or, hell, why not a stripper? One of those would have all the good costumes and a ready willingness to take them off on request. My phone beeped.
     
    Here.
     
    He’d attached a photo of himself at the gym. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt that did nothing to hide his physique. He was sweaty and mid-bench press. All the muscles in his neck, chest, and arms were tensed and he had a fierce I'll-eat-your-mother expression on his face. I whimpered. This was so much better than a stripper. But my text was understated.
     
    Oh my.
     
    Maybe it wasn't too late to meet at his office. After all, I was only thirty. I could easily stay up and still function perfectly the next day, right? Another text came through.
     
    Okay, I'm going to let you go now because if I don't do that now, I'm going to keep you up all night. Seriously. Saturday?
     
    I groaned, and knew I owed him big time for being responsible and giving me an out, but a large part of me wanted to beg him to keep me up all night. Whatever he had planned was bound to be more fun than sleep. No, I had to be responsible, too. I was determined to keep my sexy, pre-planned rendezvous carefully scheduled and not let it interfere with normal life.
     
    Saturday because we have busy lives and we have to set some sort of boundaries, right? Handcuffing you to my bed doesn't pay nearly as well as catering snobby luncheons.
     
    But the image I had was so much better. I read his next text.
     
    True, but now I'm going to fantasize about you in that uniform for the rest of the week.
     
    That seemed fair since as soon as he stopped texting I planned to change the wallpaper on my phone to a sweaty, muscle-y actuary.
     
    I can live with that. I'm going to spend the rest of the week fantasizing about your desk.
     
    At that point, I wasn't nearly as tired and so my frozen dinner no longer seemed a suitable option. I carried it back to the kitchen and threw it in the trash. On my way back to the living room, he texted me again.
     
    Oh, I have something much better than that planned for Saturday. ;) We'll be working off my list this time. Sweet dreams, Mari.
     
    Holy shit. Saturday couldn't get here soon enough.

Chapter 4
     
    I stared at the number on Luca's door and thought of all the reasons that meeting at his place was a bad fucking idea. Then I thought of all the reasons it was a good fucking idea. I'd gone through the list more times than I could remember and was still sitting firmly on the fence. But good idea