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I clear my throat, wondering why the fuck I’m suddenly acting like such an asshole toward her. Normally the two of us can manage a perfectly normal and civil conversation, even if we don’t exactly shoot the shit or anything. But now, now I can’t seem to say anything right.
“How’s the bee sting?” she suddenly asks, and when I look up, I can see she’s smirking at me.
“I’ll live,” I say with a chuckle.
Penny finally smiles and I swear something weird happens and I have to look away. “Alright guys, let’s clear out so Penny can take some shots.”
“Actually,” she says. “I’d like to grab some with you guys too.”
“What? Dressed like this?” I ask, pointing to my filthy work clothes.
Penny gives me a once over, her eyes moving slowly down my body before making their way back up again. And if I thought things were weird before, now they are just downright strange. “Yeah,” she eventually says, her voice a little husky. “It’ll make it look authentic.”
Penny spends about thirty minutes getting us to pose around the bar, pretending as though we’re having drinks after work, laughing and chatting like we’re all friends. The guys all ignore my warning, flirting shamelessly with Penny any chance they can get. She seems to enjoy it though, laughing and talking with them as though they’ve all known each other for ages.
Maybe because they’re all young, it’s easier, but for me, it feels awkward as shit, especially knowing she’s watching our every move. When she finally calls time on her photoshoot, I exhale a sigh of relief.
“Right, you guys, with me,” I say, waving a hand as I head out the door. “We need to collect some of this rotten fruit before any of you clock off.”
Behind me comes the collective sound of moans, which makes me smile. I ignore them though, glad I can get back at them now because that’s what these fuckers deserve after ignoring my warning to leave Penny alone.
As I lead them out of the tasting room though, not bothering to say goodbye to Penny, I hear her shout, “Watch out for bees!”
After work, I head home to take a quick shower before jumping back in my truck and making the short drive into Napa. I don’t often come into town, usually only when I’m running errands for work or myself, but it’s a place I like to visit. It’s small enough not to be too crazy and for the life of me I can’t understand why Caitlyn wanted to get away from here.
As I get out of the car and head toward the main street, I pull my phone from my pocket, opening up the matchmaker app and going back to my conversation from this morning. Our exchange makes me smile and as I head down the street, I decide to send her a message, see if maybe she’s willing to do a little exchange.
Me: so…if I were to give you that dick pic you long for, would you be willing to trade me a titty pic?
I hit send, sliding my phone back into my pocket, not expecting a reply. But a pinging sound signals a new message and grinning, I pull my phone from my pocket.
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: Ok first of all…I “long” for a dick pic from you? That’s a bold statement, cheeky boy!
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: second of all…titty pic? Is that a thing?
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: But…I could be persuaded ;)
I let out a loud laugh, startling an older woman who’s walking past me. Coughing out an apology, I type out a response.
Me: don’t pretend you don’t want it…I can guarantee it will NOT disappoint.
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: Wow! Feeling cocky, huh?
Me: quietly confident ;)
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: alright, when’s this dirty little trade gonna happen then?
Me: well, I’m in public right now and not keen on getting arrested for public indecency…
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: you sure not now? Could be fun…
Me: Lol, but no. You free tonight?
I’m staring at my phone, watching the bubbles that dance to signify she’s writing a reply. They pop up and disappear several times and I can’t tell if she’s giving me detailed instructions or writing and deleting her response. It kind of feels like we’re setting up a date, even if neither of us is going to see anything more than one very specific part of each other’s bodies.
WineQueenFamilyTruckster: My schedule is clear…looks like we have a date
I feel myself smile at her words, even as I wonder if she’s really going to do it. Fuck, am I going to do it? I’ve never sent anyone a dick pic before and the only thing that makes me feel somewhat okay about doing this now is we have no idea who each other is.
