Chapter 9: The Voice I couldn't forget

‎I shrugged. "About a hour."

‎"Oh," his lips for an 'o' and he lifted his eyebrows. "How come, honey?" From the softness of his voice, I know he's concerned.

‎"I have something I need to tell you," the word vomit which I'd been holding in since last night finally explodes. I rearranged myself on the sofa so I was facing him completely with my legs crossed underneath me.

‎"Did you finally shave your legs?" With a straight face, he took another gulp of coffee. 

‎"Shut up. " I was blushing slightly. It hadn't been that long, okay? "I'll do that when I-" I shook my head, knowing that I was getting off track. "This is serious."

‎His expression remained blank. "Honey, that forest growing on you is serious-" I cut him off, knowing that his rant about my body hair could last a while because for whatever reason, hairy legs - on both men and women - freaked him out.

‎"I had phone sex last night."

‎"Sweetie....phone sex is your job." His nose scrunched up, "Are you feeling okay?" he questioned, reaching over and placing a hand on my forehead.

‎I rolled my eyes and batted his hand away. "I know it's my job but it's not my job to get off with them!"

‎He was shocked to say the least. "You...you flicked your bean to a client?" My nod was a guilty one. "In my defence, he had the sexiest voice I've ever heard in my life. And he was amazing at talking dirty. Better than me!"

‎Having heard my dirty talking abilities, Zach looked sceptical. "Really?"

‎I nodded again, my head bobbing up and down like a fishing float. "He said things like...like spread yourself open and you're such a good girl for me. He completely took control." I leaned closer to him as if someone might overhear our conversation. "He told me to force my clit out of it's hood because he didn't want it hiding when I fucked myself. I mean, most guys don't even know what a clit hood is!"

‎"Huh," the word came out thoughtfully. He gazed into the distance and I knew that he was imaging himself in my place, trying to work out just how sexy this guy is and whether he'd have given in like I had. "How sexy was his voice?"

‎"He sounded like an educated bad boy," I recalled.

‎His eyes widened dramatically and suddenly he reached across the sofa to grab a purple cushion before placing it awkwardly over his lap. Blinking, he nodded at me. "I completely understand."

‎I grinned, and then laughed. "Yeah... so I'm going to be in big trouble." The thought dampened my mood instantly.

‎Zach waved me off. "Nah. Just don't tell anyone. I won't either, you know you can count on me." He eyed me for a second. "In return, I want details from any future conversations you have with this man."

‎I snorted. "I don't know if there will be anymore."

‎He looked at me like I'd grown another head. "Why?"

‎"Because I don't want to get in trouble for this," I bit my lip for a moment. "Even if it was incredible."

‎"You won't get into trouble." He sounded so sure. "Seriously. I may or may not...have done the same thing. More than once," he mumbled the last past.

‎"What!?" I exclaimed, wondering how the hell I'm only just hearing of this. "Why haven't you told me?" I poked my bottom lip out at him. "You're keeping a lot of secrets from me lately."

‎He pinched my lip between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to pull it back into my mouth. "I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I don't tell you every time I wank over p**n, now do I ? As for my date with Danny, I told you as soon as I had the balls to."

‎I disagreed. "But it is a huge deal!

‎"Yeah, to you, but...you're a bit of a prude."

‎"I am not." How can I be a prude when I work as a phone sex operator?

‎"You are," he argued lightly. "When you had that one-night-stand after you and Ben broke up, you cried for three days."

‎My shoulders slumped and I mumbled, "I was ashamed."

‎"Well you shouldn't be," He spoke firmly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is beautiful. And fun."

‎"That's easy for you to say," I pointed out to him. "You're a man. Women get labelled and judged." And oh boy did I hate being judged. It's why I didn't tell people what I did for a living.

‎He softened at that. "You shouldn't be so worried about what people think of you. You only live once."

‎"I know," I mumbled, not knowing what to say to that. Because it was true - I shouldn't be so concerned about others thoughts of me - but it wasn't something I could just switch off. I changed the subject. "So tell me about the times you've...you know." I knew it will make me feel better.

‎"Well," he licked his lips and put one hand on the back of the sofa while the other held the coffee. "The first time, I can't even remember his name. He'd called when I was in the middle of having a wank, and we ended up getting off together with my porno playing."

‎We both laughed at that.

‎"The second time," he continued, a certain fondness in his tone of voice. "Was this guy called 'K'. I don't know why really. There was just this... attraction and we did it, then it just become this thing."

‎I frowned in confusion. "A thing? Does that mean you still do it?"

‎"Yep," He popped the 'p' with a grin. "He doesn't call very often though."

‎"I can't believe..." I broke into a breathless chuckle just because here I was, worrying my ass off, and it was actually no big deal. Well, as long as Jane didn't find out. "This is crazy."

‎"Maybe," Zach shrugged and then wiggled his eyebrows. "But isn't it so much more fun that way?"

‎I had to agree.

‎That night, I found myself itching for Julian's call. I'd even stripped myself naked in preparation. If that wasn't eager, I didn't know what was.