of me.
“Fine, you’re forgiven. Thanks
for calling. Bye now.”
“Wait!” I put the phone back up
to my ear, wondering what he would say next. I half wanted to hang up, and half listen to him.
*****
I paced around the living room. I
had never had any woman talk to me the way Carlana just had. She still acted as if she
didn’t know who I was. Could it be
possible? Just because everyone in New
York knew me, doesn’t mean that everyone else did. However, my name a face always found it’s way to the cover of some magazine several times a
month after being voted most eligible bachelor last year. Every woman I knew read those magazines. There was something about this woman, I
couldn’t get her off my mind and she had just called me an asshole. Okay, I am an asshole, I always have been but
nobody besides Matt would ever tell me so.
Grabbing my phone, I started to type her another message but somehow I
knew she wouldn’t answer. So instead of
texting, I dialed her number. While it
rang, I decided I would apologize. I
never do that but it should work. She
will get over it and then we can get the pretending out of the way. “Hello?”
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“Excuse me?” She still sounded
irritated. Racking my brain for
something to say, I said the first thing that came to mind.
“I’m sorry. That was very rude of
me to assume that you knew who I was.” There, that should do it. All
women like apologies even I know that.
“Fine, you’re forgiven. Thanks
for calling. Bye now.” The smile left my face and I panicked. She should be talking, flirting with me by
now.
“Wait!” I said in a rush and then
chastised myself for sounding anxious.
“What?” She certainly didn’t
sound very friendly.
“Can we talk for a few minutes?” I started pacing again until I saw the bottle of Scotch sitting on the
bar. Walking over, I poured some in a
glass and took a seat on the couch.
“That depends, can you not be an ass?” I found myself smiling at her comment.
“I’m not sure, I’ve been told on several occasions that I am one.” I hoped she could hear the humor in my voice. It worked, I heard her snicker on the other
end.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to point it out if you start acting like one
again.” Amusement clear in her voice.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her boldness and quirky personality. “Good, I might not realize when the assness comes out.” I heard her chuckle and it made me smile in
return. “Did I interrupt anything
tonight?” I leaned back on the sofa and
rested my feet on the glass coffee table while I sipped my scotch, effectively
making me more relaxed with ever sip.
“As a matter of fact, you did. I
was taking a nice hot bath while reading my kindle.” She sat down in the recliner and sipped her
rum and coke. It was making her feel
more relaxed as well. She grabbed a
blanket and covered up with it.
“Sorry to pull you from your bath.”
“It’s alright. Soo… I know you
think I know you, but where are you calling from?” I was starting to believe that she really
didn’t know who I was.
“Can we please not talk about that, at least for now?” I waited, and then she finally let out a
breath.
“I guess we can, but I gotta tell ya it’s kinda weird.” I laughed, I couldn’t help it. She had the most adorable southern accent.
“Thank you, even if it is weird.”
“So why are you at home tonight and not out with your friend?” I asked, curious why such and attractive lady
would be sitting at home on a Friday night.
“I could ask you the same question, why are you at home and not out to
dinner
“Fine, you’re forgiven. Thanks
for calling. Bye now.”
“Wait!” I put the phone back up
to my ear, wondering what he would say next. I half wanted to hang up, and half listen to him.
*****
I paced around the living room. I
had never had any woman talk to me the way Carlana just had. She still acted as if she
didn’t know who I was. Could it be
possible? Just because everyone in New
York knew me, doesn’t mean that everyone else did. However, my name a face always found it’s way to the cover of some magazine several times a
month after being voted most eligible bachelor last year. Every woman I knew read those magazines. There was something about this woman, I
couldn’t get her off my mind and she had just called me an asshole. Okay, I am an asshole, I always have been but
nobody besides Matt would ever tell me so.
Grabbing my phone, I started to type her another message but somehow I
knew she wouldn’t answer. So instead of
texting, I dialed her number. While it
rang, I decided I would apologize. I
never do that but it should work. She
will get over it and then we can get the pretending out of the way. “Hello?”
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“Excuse me?” She still sounded
irritated. Racking my brain for
something to say, I said the first thing that came to mind.
“I’m sorry. That was very rude of
me to assume that you knew who I was.” There, that should do it. All
women like apologies even I know that.
“Fine, you’re forgiven. Thanks
for calling. Bye now.” The smile left my face and I panicked. She should be talking, flirting with me by
now.
“Wait!” I said in a rush and then
chastised myself for sounding anxious.
“What?” She certainly didn’t
sound very friendly.
“Can we talk for a few minutes?” I started pacing again until I saw the bottle of Scotch sitting on the
bar. Walking over, I poured some in a
glass and took a seat on the couch.
“That depends, can you not be an ass?” I found myself smiling at her comment.
“I’m not sure, I’ve been told on several occasions that I am one.” I hoped she could hear the humor in my voice. It worked, I heard her snicker on the other
end.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to point it out if you start acting like one
again.” Amusement clear in her voice.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her boldness and quirky personality. “Good, I might not realize when the assness comes out.” I heard her chuckle and it made me smile in
return. “Did I interrupt anything
tonight?” I leaned back on the sofa and
rested my feet on the glass coffee table while I sipped my scotch, effectively
making me more relaxed with ever sip.
“As a matter of fact, you did. I
was taking a nice hot bath while reading my kindle.” She sat down in the recliner and sipped her
rum and coke. It was making her feel
more relaxed as well. She grabbed a
blanket and covered up with it.
“Sorry to pull you from your bath.”
“It’s alright. Soo… I know you
think I know you, but where are you calling from?” I was starting to believe that she really
didn’t know who I was.
“Can we please not talk about that, at least for now?” I waited, and then she finally let out a
breath.
“I guess we can, but I gotta tell ya it’s kinda weird.” I laughed, I couldn’t help it. She had the most adorable southern accent.
“Thank you, even if it is weird.”
“So why are you at home tonight and not out with your friend?” I asked, curious why such and attractive lady
would be sitting at home on a Friday night.
“I could ask you the same question, why are you at home and not out to
dinner
Similar Books
