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Me:*middle finger emoji*
I draft up a quick text to Amanda to let her know I’m not dead in an alley somewhere. John walks back to the table just as I hit send. I shove my phone in my purse like I’m still in middle school getting caught texting in class.
“I was just texting my friend to let her know you didn’t steal prescriptions to use to drug me.”
“Oh,” he says with a surprised laugh as he sits back down across from me.
“I did not need to tell you that, huh?” I ask, cringing to myself.
“No, no,” he laughs, taking a sip of his wine. “It’s all good. Everything I’m saying could be lies, so there’s no point in telling you I don’t plan on doing that. So, if there’s something I could do to make you more comfortable, just let me know.”
He’s playful. I like that. Awkward, but playful still.
“Ooo that’s a good line. Almost too good. Hard to tell if you’re trying to lure me in with a false sense of security.”
He likes the challenge. I can tell by the way his eyes shift focus. “So what could I say that would make you believe me then?”
“Hmm,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “Shock me with truth.”
He chuckles. “Okay,” he says, pausing to think for a moment. “I find you very attractive. I would like to sleep with you. Hell, I would like to fuck the shit out of you. But see, my ego is way too big for little boy shit, so if you aren’t in my bed willingly, then I don’t want you there at all.”
I try to maintain some level of mystery, but I can’t hold back my smile. “So you’d have no issue taking a woman home on say… a Wednesday night?”
“A woman?” he asks like we both don’t know I’m talking about myself. “Would I say no if you propositioned me? Absolutely not. But I prefer there to be some level of trust before engaging in a sexual relationship.”
Fuck, he’s good.
“Any particular reason why?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Sex without intimacy feels lacking. Like something I could accomplish on my own.”
“Are you uncomfortable with this line of questioning?”
His smiles all seem genuine. “Not at all. I prefer it to small talk. I enjoy this level of depth in all conversations, preferably in a topic that isn’t determining whether or not I’m a predator. But hey, still better than the weather, right?”
As if on queue, thunder rumbles through the restaurant. I can’t help but laugh. “Looks like rain.”
“It does indeed. We probably should get out of here before the downpour starts. Have I passed the test? Am I considered safe enough to walk you to your car?”
I stand with a smirk, throwing my purse over my shoulder. “Safe? Hm… I think I’ll keep that information to myself for now, but yes, you can walk me to my car.”
He’s right behind me, placing his hand on my lower back. “Shall we?”
Chapter 12
Mack
This is a bad idea.
I sigh as I toss my takeout trash into the trash bin and head over to my bed. I shouldn’t have even downloaded the app. It’s not like I need it. I’m just so fucking bored.
I’ve been stuck in hotels all month long since it’s our annual sales push month, and fucking Denny quit last month, making me take over all his accounts. I’ve barely been home. All I do is work.
Most of the sales guys all go out for dinner or drinks after work, but I honestly hate most of them. It’s like they are all clones of each other. Not a single one has a personality that doesn’t revolve around investments or the hot girl they hooked up with last night. Except they are neither knowledgeable in how to invest and one hundred percent are either lying or exaggerating about the women they can get.
I opted for the more peaceful but fucking lonely choice of eating takeout alone in my hotel room again. I need to remember to meal prep this weekend so I don’t have to eat out every night. I was too exhausted to do it this past weekend, and Thea helps usually because I like using my mom’s kitchen after brunch. Am I an adult man using my mother’s spice rack to cookbecause I’m too lazy to buy my own? Yes. She loves it though. Whenever I cook at home, she gets mad at me anyway.
I desperately want to call Thea. It’s been bothering me all day. There’s this co-worker, Chad, that Thea and I love to make fun of because he’s a total douche. She’s met him on a handful of occasions and knows countless more stories about him. He fell down the stairs today. It was the most fucking hilarious thing I’ve ever seen, and I can barely resist the urge to call her to tell her about it.
