Who is this?
Chuckling, I save her contact info, changing her name to Peaches.
Me
You know exactly who this is, Peaches.
Peaches
For fuck’s sake. How did you get this number?
Me
Coaches gave out numbers for everyone. In fact, YOU should have mine already.
Peaches
I do. I just didn’t intend to ever use it.
Me
Aww. Come on. Don’t be mean.
Peaches
What do you want, Max? I’m tired and want to go to bed.
Visions of her asleep next to me crowd my brain, and I’m instantly hard. I wish I’d taken a picture of her, with her blonde hair covering the pillow. Shaking the image from my head, I send her a screenshot of Morales’s profile.
Me
Tell me I’m wrong.
Peaches
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Me
That’s how you’re going to play this?
Peaches
Max, there is absolutely no reason for you to pursue anything with him. All because I mentioned having to boil an egg for the jerk? Come on! That’s absurd.
Me
I know that’s just the tip of the iceberg, Peaches. Tell me what else he did.
Peaches
No.
Me
But you admit he did other things?
Me
