I see red.
And then…
Unknown:Fine. Relax, bro. It’s Butters.
I blink at the screen. Butters? My head tips back, thunking lightly against the cool glass behind me.
Ryan.
What in the ever-living fuck?
My thumbs fly.
Me:
A.) Never call me bro again.
B.) I’m not calling you Butters, RYAN.
C.) What do you want?
The bubbles come back to my dismay.
Then a drooling emoji.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter under my breath, already adding his contact so I know not to answer this man-child.
Another message comes through.
Jackass QB1:Are those all your exhibits, Counselor? Because I think you forgot the D. [wink emoji]
I close my eyes briefly.
He’s insufferable.
Me:Look, straighty, I have to get back to the office. What do you want? How did you even get my number?
Pushing off the building, I start walking, working my way through foot traffic toward my firm.
Jackass QB1:I got it from Anthony. Told him I needed some legal advice.
Another text lands before I can respond.
Jackass QB1:And that I was afraid to ask Jen
I slow, because now he’s speaking my language.
Landing the hottest quarterback in the country as a client would make the partners salivate.
God, I should not be entertaining this.
Me:Why didn’t you just say so. What advice do you need?
The bubbles rise. Disappear. Rise again.
My jaw ticks. I don’t like to be kept waiting.
Jackass QB1:Will you work out with me?
