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A phone number that I didn’t know was listed. The text?
Unknown: Hiya, Mr. Sexy. I heard all kinds of deliciously sinful things about you, your gorgeous, sculpted face and a killer body. That got me to thinking what your hot, wet kisses would be like. And if you were good under the sheets. Interested?
I scratched my jaw, thinking maybe one of my friends was pulling a prank.
Me: Who is this?
Given the person also had an iPhone, I could see when and if it was received, read, and if they were responding. It was delivered alright.
I don’t know what came over me, but I stared at the screen for almost a full five minutes and it had yet to be read.
Fuck.
This was stupid. Whichever asshole had pulled a prank would get a punch to the jaw the next time I saw him. I was about ready to toss the phone when the message was read and bubbles popped up indicating whoever was on the other end was about to answer.
Oh, this should be damn good.
Unknown: Just a hot girl looking for some fun. I heard you were quite sexy and available.
Me: Jerry. If this is you, I will hunt you down like the dog you are.
Another pause and I was ready to call and curse him out. Of all my few friends, he was the one who pulled pranks.
Unknown: No. Sorry to disappoint you. Just a girl enjoying a Friday night.
Hmmm… This had to be a fake. One way or the other.
Me: Sorry. I think you have the wrong number.
Unknown: What a pity. I was just thinking we could get to know each other.
I had to admit I was bored to tears. I moved to the couch, flopping down with my drink. Why not play a little? If it was some asshole, I could easily draw him out. If this was Jerry, he was playing this further than usual. Maybe a little bit of faith had entered my dull life. Why the fuck not chat with this… person? What did I have to lose?
Your sanity.
Yeah, well. Who cared at this point?
Me: What do you want to talk about?
Before I realized it almost two hours had gone by and I’d had two more glasses of scotch. I had to admit there wasn’t a buddy of mine who could pass off pretending to be a woman like this girl had done. By the time we signed off, we’d talked about movies, food, art, and even touched on politics. The girl had chutzpa.
And I didn’t even know her name.
She hadn’t asked for mine and I hadn’t asked for hers.
But we had acted as if maybe, just maybe we’d talk again.
Another laugh was all I could do as I tossed the phone onto the coffee table, leaning my head back against the leather sofa and staring up at the ceiling fan. It was obvious I needed to get a hobby.
Or get laid.
CHAPTER 5
Selena
Baking.
The artistry had always drawn me to various baking shows on the Food Network. My mother had called me weird when I was the little girl who wasn’t into video games or social media, even keeping a notebook of my favorite recipes, forcing my parents to endure horrible ones I’d created early in my teens.
