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“You’re just saying a lot of things. But I’m going to swipe now because I need to find me a man.”
“You will find you several men. I have no worries about that, Ella.”
“What does that mean?” I say, frowning.
“I mean that you’re super cute. You’re super fun. You’re super friendly, and almost every man in the city would love to date you. I mean, they might not want to sleep with you because you do seem to go a little crazy once that happens.” She pauses too soon, way too soon.
“And not funny.” I groan as I hear my phone beeping. “Oh my gosh. Colton is calling me.”
“What? Why? I thought you hadn’t heard from him in ages.”
“I haven’t heard from him in ages, and I don’t want to hear from him. I don’t want him to tell me to go and get him any rubbers or anything like that.”
“Girl, answer the phone and see what he wants.”
I don’t. “Fine.” And I say, “Hold on.” I click over. “Yes. Can I help you?”
“Hey, sexy.” He says in his deep, gravelly voice, and I feel my entire body shaking.
Why is he so hot? And why do I always respond? “What do you want?”
“I need you to...”
“Nope. Do you know what time it is?”
“It’s eight p.m.”
“Exactly. I’m not on the clock.”
“I need you to...”
“Nope. You can call me during office hours, or you can stop by my office. I’m not doing anything for you right now, Colton Hart.”
“You don’t even know what I...”
“I don’t care what you’re about to say. It doesn’t matter,” I say quickly. “As far as I’m concerned, if it’s not work related, it doesn’t matter.”
“It is work related and...”
“And then, you speak to me during work hours, nine to five.”
“You’re employed for eight to five.”
“Whatever,” I say and let out a deep sigh. “I don’t care what you have to say. You can tell me tomorrow. But I don’t care.” I click over.
“Hey,” I say to Isabel as I click back. “What did he want? Does he totally want to come over and bang you right now?”
“I don’t know what he wants and I don’t care. I told him if it’s not office hours, I don’t want to know.”
“But what did he want?”
“I just told you. I don’t know. It’s eight o’clock at night.”
“Oh my gosh. Really?”
“Really, what?” I say. “He just thinks he can call me and have me whenever he wants.”
“So you do think he wanted a late-night, shebang-bang girl?”
