#Chapter 142: Sexting

Alexander Fiona texted me as I was stepping out of the shower. My phone was on the bathroom counter by the sink. I saw an image file attached to her text and was eager to open it up. A little too eager—my wet fingers didn’t work on the touch screen; I had to dry my hands and try again. Fiona: Just thinking about you and wanted to send some tokens of appreciation for this morning. Hope you enjoy… And she sent pictures. They were selfies taken in her office. Orange early morning light was pouring into the otherwise dim room through the skyscraper’s all-glass exterior walls, making Fiona’s porcelain skin look flushed with a peachy glow. In one pic she was running a hand through her silky hair. Her long fingernails were freshly manicured, painted pink with white tips. Another pic showed Fiona leaning forward, tugging the neckline of her dress down and angling the camera for a good look at her pillowy cleavage. In all the pics her steely blue eyes and perfect, fuchsia-slicked