Fired Up

She plugged in her headphone and switched on her microphone.

"I'm here," she said softly, not wanting to startle him. "You're going to speak today, aren't you?"

"Yeah." His voice was raspy and low, making him sound like he was just getting out of bed in that moment after a long night of strenuous activity. She sat cross-legged on the chair, her stomach tingling with excitement as he relished the low timbre of his voice.

"So, I was saying. The only person who has sex hair is the man I am going to watch on screen tomorrow," she repeated. She heard him take a gulp of something and couldn't help but ask. "Are you drinking, too?"

"It's been a long day, love. Of course, I am. I can't bear to part with a strong drink, anymore." The words rolled out of his mouth and left her speechless. There was something familiar about his voice. Just like last time, she tried to remember where exactly she had heard it.

"What time is it there?" she asked, suddenly remembering that he should still be in City H.

"Five in the morning," he grunted in reply.

"Are you kidding me, right now?" she squealed.

"Oof, woman, don't scream into my ear. Let this man enjoy his beer in peace. I was in a meeting for the whole day and I feel like dying."

"You're a businessman?" she asked. "Only if you want to answer. No pressure," she added in a low voice, not wanting to offend him.

"I'm more of a freelancer. I don't know how to explain it."

"I'm sort of a freelancer, too. So I understand." There was silence.

"What are you going to watch tomorrow? Who is taking up that space in your heart that should belong to me?" He smiled and she could hear it in his voice.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she flirted. She felt the blush rise on her cheeks and quickly sipped on her beverage.

"You're drinking, too?" he asked, surprised. He waited for a bit. And she could hear him gulping down his beverage.

"Mmm. I have spent the last two days working and waiting for you to reply."

"Were you waiting for me, love?" She sucked in a breath. His voice did weird things to her. In her mind, she could feel his raspy breath against her ears as if he was leaning in and slowly seducing her over a drink. She shamelessly let out a small moan at the thought, only to realize what she had done.

"What was that I heard?" he teased. She coughed in embarrassment but didn't want to give away her lemony thoughts.

"A cat," she said firmly, not leaving room for argument.

"That must be one eager cat, then, love." She shivered.

"Stop calling me that," she protested, her voice meek and mild, almost wanting his approval.

"Why?" There was a command in his voice. "Why do you want me to stop?" She took another large gulp of her drink and then whispered into the microphone.

He didn't catch her words the first time, so he asked her again, "Why do you want me to stop, love?" He emphasized on the word, once again. Katherine paused and looked at the green dot flashing beside his name. Her fingers gently moved forward and placed themselves over his screen name gently. She felt electrified.

Static. It must have been static.

Or she was lusting.

"I love your voice," she said softly.

"Your voice is the mana from the heavens, love. Haven't I told you yet?" The man was lying on his bed, occasionally sipping at the drink and listening to her speak. His hands edged near the seam of his shirt as he softly pulled it up to reveal his toned abdomen.

"No, you hadn't," she sounded shy. He loved it. He was about to pull his pants down and caress his member when he remembered who he was talking to. He didn't want to disrespect her.

He wondered if he should ask for permission before doing so. He almost wanted to, but then he stopped. It was for another time.

"I'm too fired up," he confessed in a raspy voice. "Where are you going tomorrow? You never answered."

"Cage Cavanaugh." Was her simple reply. He started. He sat up on his bed and couldn't mutter a single word.

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm going to watch his new movie. It comes out tomorrow. You aren't familiar with the film industry, are you?" she teased in a gentle voice. His hardened member was less excited from the shock he received and was laying almost limply on his thigh. He sighed and rolled over.

"So he is the one with the sex hair?" he snickered, now amused. "I swear my hair is better than his."

"You know of him?" she asked lightly. He could hear the shuffling in the background.

"I just googled him," he lied through his teeth. He smiled at himself, wondering what her expression would be if she found out who he really was.

"Katherine!" he heard someone scream from the other side.

"Gotta go," she mumbled quickly and went offline.

He stared blankly at his phone, wondering how it had come to this. His cock was standing in attention yet again, but this time, it was because her name had pleased him a little too much.

Katherine. He mumbled the name over and over again. His lips curled up into a smile as he imagined their first encounter. He snickered and went to bed a happy little lion.

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