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What? How could he possibly know what I was talking about? That was total text bait. He should be asking me why, and then we’d spend half the night texting and getting to know each other. Even though we totally shouldn’t.
Me: I doubt you do. Shall I entertain you with my Fettuccini Alfredo story?
Hawk: No.
Well, shit. So much for my ‘he’s into me’ theory. Was he really only some good Samaritan worried about people’s safety when he barely knew them? This sucked. Big time. Yet, it was probably for the best since I could never act on my fantasies about him anyway.
Hawk: I have a feeling it’s a long story best told in person.
My heart raced. Was this leading up to him asking me out?
Me: Yep. You’re right, but it’s not that great of a story. I have much better ones to share in person.
Hawk: Did you share them with your date?
Me: No, I didn’t get a chance. The jerk wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to even say, ‘Stop talking my fucking ear off.’
Hawk: Does that mean you left the cafe without him?
Me: Wasn’t that obvious by my previous message about the whole crummy date thing?
Hawk: Crummy date means not boyfriend material. It doesn’t mean you went home alone for the night.
Holy shit, Hawk wasn’t shy about asking what he wanted to know. I couldn’t believe he was practically coming right out and asking me if I slept with him. Was this a good thing? Should I answer?
Me: It does to me.
How far should I take this? I remembered the way I’d flirted with him in my office earlier and the raw desire that had crossed his features. I thought about how I should write the next part of my answer. Wording was important here too.
Me: A guy needs to have more than big biceps to get me naked between the sheets.
I was so crossing the line here. Using the word naked was a total manipulation on my part. But I really wanted to trigger his mind to think about me tonight, the way I was thinking about him.
After a minute and still no response, I started to worry. Had I scared him away? Or…
No! He couldn’t possibly be doing what I had done earlier with hisI can handle myselfcomment! Could Hawk be jerking off to me right now while I stared at my phone, waiting for his answer? I had to check. I’d send another text, one with a question. A question that would confirm if he was actually alone tonight.
Me: What about you? What lucky woman has the pleasure of your company tonight?
Thirty seconds.
Sixty seconds.
Ninety seconds.
Hawk: Her name is Daisy.
Fuck! Fuckity shit!
Jealousy ripped through me, and I nearly spit at the phone. I didn’t want to know about his woman.
Me: Do tell…
Hawk: She has the most gorgeous blue eyes.
Me: The better to see you with.
Hawk: She just joined me in bed. And she has this adorable way of putting her butt in my face.
