Page 41 of Lethal Attraction

The text bubble pops up, and I wait patiently for her reply, my lunch totally forgotten.

Little Devil:

Lol, it means ‘What ya doing’? You’re so cute when you act old and clueless.

L-O-L?

Full sentences, please. I am old, remember?

Little Devil:

Laugh out loud, Dr. Dreamy.

Then why not just say I’m funny?

Little Devil:

Me, admit that I find a man funny??? IKYFL.

Thalia.

Little Devil:

I know you’re fucking lying. Don’t worry, babe. I’ll teach you. ;)

This woman.

She’s going to be the death of me.

I’ll teach you a few things if you don’t straighten up.

Little Devil:

Is that a threat?

It’s a promise. I’m currently eating my lunch, then I have surgery scheduled for two. I’ll be out of pocket for four hours.

Little Devil:

The communication is hot.

My head rears. Why wouldn’t I communicate with her? I don’t want her to think I’m ignoring her.

Of course. I can’t leave my girl hanging.

Little Devil:

The bar is in hell for me.

I scowl at my screen. It’s clear that Thalia isn’t used to chivalry, but I was raised old-school. Make your intent clear and keep all avenues of communication open. I don’t half-ass anything. Especially not when it comes to her.

You shouldn’t expect anything less than what you deserve. Which is to be pampered and spoiled.

Little Devil:

You say that, but I can be a total brat.

I chuckle.