Fabrice: Wait.
He watched the three dots dance as Fabrice typed. Kirkland fought the urge to cover his eyes. Why had he said that?
Fabrice: Were you actually flirting with me right then? I hate being unable to measure inflection via text. If that was innuendo, I’m totally in. If not, I’ll lie to myself anyhow. That’s how determined I am. So… were you?
Kirkland: Good night, Fabrice.
Now he was just toying with Fabrice and getting more addicted by the second.
Fabrice: *huffy sniff* Fine. I’ll just have to stalk you until you cry for mercy. Bonne nuit, my elegant beauty.
Goddamn. Kirkland was a goner. He had already lost this game.
Chapter Three
Fabrice: Any more flirty texts for me today?
Kirkland: I’m not much of a flirt. You look very nice today, though.
Fabrice: LOL! How do you know? You haven’t seen me yet today.
Kirkland: You look nice every day. I’ll see you for the daily unwanted coffee.
Fabrice: I’ll be waiting.
Kirkland: Are we still on for dinner?
Fabrice: Always.
Kirkland: I’ll bring the wine.
Fabrice: I’ve decided I’m slightly miffed with you today.
Kirkland: We can’t have that. What have I done, and how do I make things right?
Fabrice: You sat down without allowing me to pull out the chair for you last night. People will think I don’t treat you properly. You’ll have to give me thirty extra minutes of your time tonight and three hail Mary’s.
Kirkland: No one was there. It’s five a.m. Were you up thinking about this all night?
Fabrice: Thirty extra minutes and five hail Mary’s.
Kirland: Fine, even though I’m not Catholic.
Fabrice: I’m not either.
Kirkland: You’re so odd. It’s refreshing.
Kirkland: If we intend to see our movie tonight, we’ll have to eat earlier than usual or wait until afterward.
Fabrice: Don’t worry about that, sexy. I’m leaving early tonight so I can take you somewhere nice. You’re getting the princess treatment.
Kirkland: I’m not sure what that entails, but I accept.
Fabrice: You’ll see.
Fabrice. I made a special dessert for you tonight.
Kirkland: You didn’t have to do that. I never want to create extra work for you. You already work too hard.