had the interview this morning before I went to Blended in the afternoon. They offered me the position on the spot, and I’m thrilled. With a new job under my belt and the possibility of Wade, I feel giddy and lightheaded.
“And what exactly will you be doing?”
“You have to swear that you won’t judge me because of this, okay?”
“Scout’s honor.” She holds up her middle finger toward me and I crack up.
“I’m serious, Lo,” I say with a laugh.
“Blow me.”
“I mean . . . not that I need the practice, but I’ll need to figure out how to make it believable over the phone.”
“Uh, what?” she readjusts herself on the couch so her legs are tucked underneath her and she’s facing toward me.
“You’re looking at Low-Sound’s new phone-sex operator.”
“Shut the fuck up.” She waits for me to play my imaginary drumset on my joke, “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. It’s something that I love to do, and I’ll be getting paid.”
“You’re going to feel like a paid whore, Hadley.”
“I might like it,” I shoot back at her and she shakes her head, apparently disapproving.
“Fine. I won’t argue with your happiness, but I will make the first phone call once you’re all set up. I need my girl-on-girl fantasy met before I die.”
“As if.” I toss a throw pillow at her, and we both keel over in laughter.
“You love me, Hads. Don’t deny that you wouldn’t give it a go.”
“With you? Nope. There’s not enough money in the world, but I have with another woman, and I have to say . . . I prefer the dick.”
She gasps and speaks through her fingers that are now covering her mouth. “I could so live vicariously through you for the remainder of my life.”
“I don’t think that it would be too exciting,” I say honestly.
“Are you kidding me? You were out with some guy, and then you came home . . . then literally came when Holden showed up.”
“You know about that?”
“Duh. Who the hell do you think let the stinker into the apartment?”
“Fuck you,” I say with a smile so she knows that I’m not entirely serious.
“I love you too.” She giggles and sits up. “But seriously, you need to tell me about the man that you went out with.”
I groan and sink into the couch, wishing that it would swallow me whole. “What about him?”
I dare a glance at her, and she’s glaring at me with her amber eyes. “Seriously? Do I need to drag all of the information out of you?”
“I honestly don’t know what to offer up, Lo. He’s just, I don’t know, different. Demanding. Serious. Attractive as all hell.”
“It sounds like my little Hadley has a crush.” She claps excitedly.
“A crush? What are we? Thirteen?”
“Oh my God, you do like him, you bitch.”
I turn away from her and glance out of the windows. Like him? As in more than sex? As in . . . I like him even though we haven’t fucked? This cannot be happening. I’m about to willingly step over the edge of the rabbit hole and plummet to my heart’s death. Queen of hearts, my ass.
“Earth to Hadley,” she says as she leans over and waves her hand in front of my face just as my phone goes off with a text message from Gentlemen Jack. She snags it from my lap and holds it up, reading his words out loud: “ I need to see you tonight, Rye. ”
“Holy demanding, Hads. What does he look like? Do you have a picture of him? What’s his name?”
“Holy shit, Lo. Have you heard of privacy?” I grab my phone back, and my heart does this tiny offbeat ache when I see his words scrolled across my screen. I quickly type back a message to him before I answer any of Lo’s grilling questions: Why, Whiskey, are you that needy or do you just miss me already?
His reply is almost instant as if he was waiting for me: You’re not mine to miss.
I grimace when I read over it. Why does that leave me wounded? I exhale, resigned, and type out my response: Let me know when and where. I’ll see you later.
He doesn’t
“And what exactly will you be doing?”
“You have to swear that you won’t judge me because of this, okay?”
“Scout’s honor.” She holds up her middle finger toward me and I crack up.
“I’m serious, Lo,” I say with a laugh.
“Blow me.”
“I mean . . . not that I need the practice, but I’ll need to figure out how to make it believable over the phone.”
“Uh, what?” she readjusts herself on the couch so her legs are tucked underneath her and she’s facing toward me.
“You’re looking at Low-Sound’s new phone-sex operator.”
“Shut the fuck up.” She waits for me to play my imaginary drumset on my joke, “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. It’s something that I love to do, and I’ll be getting paid.”
“You’re going to feel like a paid whore, Hadley.”
“I might like it,” I shoot back at her and she shakes her head, apparently disapproving.
“Fine. I won’t argue with your happiness, but I will make the first phone call once you’re all set up. I need my girl-on-girl fantasy met before I die.”
“As if.” I toss a throw pillow at her, and we both keel over in laughter.
“You love me, Hads. Don’t deny that you wouldn’t give it a go.”
“With you? Nope. There’s not enough money in the world, but I have with another woman, and I have to say . . . I prefer the dick.”
She gasps and speaks through her fingers that are now covering her mouth. “I could so live vicariously through you for the remainder of my life.”
“I don’t think that it would be too exciting,” I say honestly.
“Are you kidding me? You were out with some guy, and then you came home . . . then literally came when Holden showed up.”
“You know about that?”
“Duh. Who the hell do you think let the stinker into the apartment?”
“Fuck you,” I say with a smile so she knows that I’m not entirely serious.
“I love you too.” She giggles and sits up. “But seriously, you need to tell me about the man that you went out with.”
I groan and sink into the couch, wishing that it would swallow me whole. “What about him?”
I dare a glance at her, and she’s glaring at me with her amber eyes. “Seriously? Do I need to drag all of the information out of you?”
“I honestly don’t know what to offer up, Lo. He’s just, I don’t know, different. Demanding. Serious. Attractive as all hell.”
“It sounds like my little Hadley has a crush.” She claps excitedly.
“A crush? What are we? Thirteen?”
“Oh my God, you do like him, you bitch.”
I turn away from her and glance out of the windows. Like him? As in more than sex? As in . . . I like him even though we haven’t fucked? This cannot be happening. I’m about to willingly step over the edge of the rabbit hole and plummet to my heart’s death. Queen of hearts, my ass.
“Earth to Hadley,” she says as she leans over and waves her hand in front of my face just as my phone goes off with a text message from Gentlemen Jack. She snags it from my lap and holds it up, reading his words out loud: “ I need to see you tonight, Rye. ”
“Holy demanding, Hads. What does he look like? Do you have a picture of him? What’s his name?”
“Holy shit, Lo. Have you heard of privacy?” I grab my phone back, and my heart does this tiny offbeat ache when I see his words scrolled across my screen. I quickly type back a message to him before I answer any of Lo’s grilling questions: Why, Whiskey, are you that needy or do you just miss me already?
His reply is almost instant as if he was waiting for me: You’re not mine to miss.
I grimace when I read over it. Why does that leave me wounded? I exhale, resigned, and type out my response: Let me know when and where. I’ll see you later.
He doesn’t
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