“Oh, for God’s sake—”
“And for the record, I have zero regrets about kissing you.”
“Well, I do.” She looked up at the ceiling for a moment. “Look, I’m not going to try and pretend I wasn’t enjoying it, because I obviously was, but—”
A sudden, loud knock at her door startled Paige, causing her to drop her phone onto the floor.
The door immediately opened and Andrea stuck her head in. “Paige, I—” she broke off with a frown. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Why? What do you want?”
“It doesn’t look like ‘nothing’. You look like I just walked in on you watching porn or something.”
From where the phone had fallen, Paige heard David start laughing.
Andrea looked down at the phone, which had unfortunately fallen in plain sight, face-up, so David could plainly be seen. “Oh, you’re on the phone? I see. I’ll come back in a little while, when you’re not busy.”
“What did you want?” Paige repeated.
“It can wait.”
Then with a long look at Paige’s phone, Andrea left.
The second Paige picked up her phone, David asked with a grin, “Has she caught you watching porn before?”
“No. And I have to go.”
“Okay. We can continue this conversation another time. How about tonight?”
“Sorry. Tonight’s no good.”
“Tomorrow night then.”
“That’s no good, either. I have to work.”
“Jesus Christ. The night after that?”
“Working.”
They went through the next several days and Paige kept shooting him down.
“I’m sensing a pattern here,” he finally said. “Are you going to be working every night I suggest we get together?”
“Maybe. I work a lot.”
“I understand that, but there’s no way you don’t have a night off in the next fifteen days. So, you’re obviously just trying to avoid continuing this conversation.”
Paige remained silent, which was answer enough.
He seemed to be considering something, then told her, “Fine. We won’t continue this conversation.”
“Thank you.”
“But we still need to get together one night.”
“We do?”
“How else am I supposed to collect on our bet? Remember? My victory dinner?”