[I'm so glad you're around. I'm experiencing a bit of pain in the stomach region. Thought you might want to take a look?]
Jason said that and then he left it, sending the message. He and her would know exactly what he was referring to. After all, he was someone who knew that she was staring at his abs while he was asleep. He was referring to that while also signalling to something else. Experiencing a pain in his stomach meant that he was actually hungry.
He was inviting her out for a date.
Jason did not need to check whether she was interested in him or not. After all, the fact that she had given him her numbers was proof enough. What he was more interested in was making sure that he went from that to making contact, to escalating sexually, and then making her call him Daddy as soon as possible.
That was also when he heard the phone buzz again. She was texting immediately this time. Jason was not going to let her get himself to fall into a rhythm. Jason was a busy person. He had something going on. She would always take a back seat.
Jason leaned back chuckling quietly. It was time to continue working at it. He continued his work, editing his resume and then after finishing it, he sent it out to his current boss immediately. And then after that, he nodded to himself. Thirty more minutes and he would send a reply.
For now, he could open it. Opening up the message Jason saw what it read.
[Of course! Just tell me the time and the place, and I'll see what I can do for you, my dear patient!]
What?
"See what I can do for you"? Was she being serious right now? She had to be joking because there was no way she meant that. After all, what was she even saying?
Jason leaned back, chuckling quietly. She was playing a long game. She was roleplaying with him, which was a good thing since it meant she was in Jason's frame of mind. This was good for Jason's future purposes.
However, what was annoying was the fact that she now offered him some resistance. What she was doing was effectively telling Jason to give her the time he was comfortable with, all so that she could react to it and give him her own time, and if Jason accepted it, she would have won the first encounter.
This was the classic thing women did. Resistance and Surrender. She was feeling him out, testing him, and seeing if he was worthy. A normal guy would have offered his time, and then she would have rejected it, telling him some excuse about how she was busy and she was available at another time. If that man agreed to that time, she would immediately know that he was in the palm of her hands.
But as everyone knows, the toy in your hands might be fun to play with, but the toy over there seemed even more fun, more mysterious, with way more possibilities. Jason would be that to her. He would not let her put him in her pocket like some Simp. Everything had to be on his time, on his terms.
After completing his section of work, he finally allowed himself to reply to the message.
[Scratch that. Give me the time you get off work, and I'll see if I can't help knock that exhaustion out of your system. Sometimes Guardian Angels need a little care too, you know…]
The reply did not come as quickly this time, five minutes and not seconds as it used to. But Jason was not worried about this. She was just trying to show that she, like him, had priorities.
There was never a moment in which someone was not communicating who they were and what they wanted. If before with the immediate reply she was testing him, seeing how available he was, now she was just trying to act like him, trying to see if he would change. Yet again it was another test.
Jason did the same thing he did every time, doing work for two hours before he even allowed himself to look at the reply.
[I get off at 7 pm… but I might be too tired. Might bore you if I start nodding off.]
Jason grinned, unfazed. This was nothing more than a last kick from a lamb that was about to get slaughtered. He would not flinch or yield. Anything she said was trying to get a reaction out of him.
See, some people might take a step back at that moment, giving her a way out by telling her she could take the night and he would see her another time. But he would instead give her a reason to look forward to it. And he would do it with imagery.
[That's okay. I'll give you a nice massage that'll wake you right up. Imagine my hands, gentle yet firm, taking all that tension out of your body. I know you want it. Anyway, I'll call you around then. See you later.]
Jason put his phone away. He did not care how she replied or how long it took. He would go there and see if she pitched up and whatever happened would happen.
Anyway, he had left the message like that because he wanted to implant a command into her and that was to tell her to imagine his hands going all over her body. This was the beginning of the sexual escalation. She would imagine this all day, and then when she saw Jason even as she offered resistance at first because her mind had been super busy imagining it, her body would welcome it.
The most interesting thing was that he had phrased it as if it were a casual massage, but Jason knew that it was not simple. She would know this too. And if she came to the place at 7 pm, if she waited for him, then she would be completely ready and willing for Jason to take over and do as he said, running his hands over her body.
This was a delicate thing. It was like he had set the stage and the rest was all up to her. He tried to get his mind out of it, focusing on the rest of his work for the rest of the day. Even as his phone rang, later on, he did not care.
Right then he was refining his work, drawing blueprints and goals for his life. With his abilities, his life was going to take a different turn. As the hours passed, he felt a strange calm inside him, and it gave him some control. His destiny was something he could bend to his will. It was so clear to him now.
Everything was all about thoughts. By doing these things, thinking these kinds of thoughts, Jason was changing himself ever so slowly, becoming someone completely different.
His thoughts would affect the actions he took. His actions would affect his habits. His habits would affect the character he became. His character would then affect his destiny.
This was a long game. This was something in the works going out beyond ten years, beyond twenty years. This was something he would have to go ahead and envision from now on. He had ti understand what Destiny he wanted to have, and work backwards, figuring out everything he needed to do now, to become the person he wanted to become in the future.
At 6:30 pm, Jason went and took a shower, thereafter putting on one of his casual wear outfits and then after checking himself out in the mirror, nodding at how good he looked and how nice he smelled, he finally opened up the message.
[Okay. I'll see you at 7 pm.]
Yes ma'am…