Me: I do well for myself, too, you know.
Johnny: You’re smart. I’m sure you do well for yourself. I’m guessing you wouldn’t get satisfaction stealing my credit card.
Me: But you think I would crash your car?
Johnny: No comment.
Me: How would you know if I slept with someone else? Can’t I just say I did?
Johnny: I will need to witness the ungodly event.
My heart leaps into my throat. No way would Eoghan let someone watch us have sex.
Me: I will have to think of something else.
Johnny: Gemma7…
Me: Yeah?
Johnny: What’s wrong?
Tears prick my eyes. I’m in over my head with this. All of this. This app, teasing a stranger, thwarting off advances from a mafia boss.
Me: Nothing.
John: Liar.
Before I try to dispute that, he messages me back.
Johnny: Is there a man you know that you would be willing to fuck so I’m enraged enough to hold you down and throat fuck you?
Now I feel like a hypocrite. Why am I playing these games when I can just have mind-blowing sex with Eoghan?
Eoghan…
As soon as he gives Daniel what he needs to get ahead of the Borgia case, he’s flying home to New York. Not that I can have anything serious with him. I want that Director’s position.
Johnny: Gemma7?
Me: Yes. There’s someone…
Johnny: Who??
Me: A man I’m currently working with.
Johnny: What does he look like?
Me: No, I won’t let you stalk me so you can hurt him.
Johnny: That’s not why I asked.
Me: Then why did you ask?
Johnny: I want you to describe him.
Me: He’s ugly.
Johnny: Ha. I doubt you’d want to fuck an ugly man.