Page 16 of Country Charm

This whole situation is annoying.

That stupid app. That stupid app!

The elevator doors open, and I step out into Cassidy’s lobby. Pulling out my phone I see it’s before eleven, so I don’t think it’s too late to send a message. Even if it is, maybe I’ll get a massage back in the morning.

Stetson31: Hey CountryHeart_CityGirl. Help a man convince your friend that some things are worth taking chances on. Can I get a number?

I send the message, hoping Lynn hasn’t deleted the app now that her prank is completed.

Welp, I got an hour and a half to kill. Hopefully, this city’s late-night radio ain’t half bad.

Chapter Eleven

Cassidy

“Oh, my goodness, do you know what time it is?!” Lynn whisper-yells into the phone.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what time it is! You set me up with a lunatic!” I whisper-yell back.

“Why are you whispering? Is he still there?”

“No! I’m whispering because you are. Is Chase asleep?” I’m sitting in my armchair, staring at the couch where, just a few minutes ago, I was making out with Mr. Country Charm.

“Yeah, we were watching a movie and he passed out. Hold on, let me move so I don’t have to whisper.” I can hear her rustling around on the other end of the line and then some mumbling. She must have woken Chase up when she was moving around. I feel bad for being the reason he’s waking up, but this phone call couldn’t wait.

“Okay.” Her voice fills the phone at a more standard volume but is still softened.

“Okay?! No, not okay! That was a total fucking mess!” I can feel my face heating as I blush. It could be because I’membarrassed, or turned on, or frustrated. All I know for sure is my face is becoming more red than pink now.

“Really? When you guys left the bar, I saw you two holding hands, so it looked like it was going pretty well. It was all smiles after you texted me that I was a cow, and you were selling me to his ugly brother. And I got a look at that man Cass, ugly isn’t in those genes.” The realization hits me.

“You were at the bar?!”

“Of course, I was, you idiot. What if he was a serial killer!”

“I asked him if he was, and he said no!”

“Serial killers don’t advertise that they kill people for fun, you loon.” I’m stunned at her words. They practically echo Hunter’s.

“Well, he wasn’t a killer. He was a prude.” I feel bad for even saying it because the man did kiss, fondle, and get me off on our first date. First blind date because Lynn pranked me. He mooed in my ear!

“A prude? Really? Damn, I imagine a man like that knew his way around a bedroom. Guess I was wrong,” she says disappointedly.

“You’ve thought about him like that?” Jealousy surges through me. Irrational? Yes, but she’s married!

“Sweetheart, did you get a good look at that man? He’s built like a Viking! I just imagined he burned a lot of his calories in the bedroom.”

Of course, I got a good look at him, and I thought the same thing, but apparently, he didn’t feel like burning off the burgers we had just eaten. I look back over to the couch and let out a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, I saw him. He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. He just didn’t feel like having a night of fun with old Sassidy.Way to kick off my thirtieth year on this earth, as a dried-up, old has-been. I remember being twenty-nine when guys would kill for a night of no-drama, no-strings, good sex with me. Now, it’s not so easy. Avoid this birthday at all costs Lynn, who knows what will happen to your and Chase’s sex life.” I throw a dramatic arm over my forehead, even though she can’t see. It feels good being a bit dramatic right now. I’m wallowing in dramatic self-pity. Maybe I seem a bit spoiled for not getting my way, but I really put myself out there!

“Chase will probably still be trying to get it in when we’re in a nursing home. I’m not too worried,” she says lightly. I just roll my eyes. “Did you offer him a night of no-drama, no-strings… uhm, fun?” I can tell Lynn is blushing, and it brings a smile to my face.

“Yeah, I most definitely did.”

“Well, shit Cass, maybe he wasn’t looking for a one-night stand!?!” she barks at me.

“What else would I offer a country boy who lives over an hour away? I have not, and do not, want a boyfriend, Lynn. It’s okay, I like my life the way it is. I don’t need you trying to set me up with long-term guys. Things will just end up like they did tonight.”

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