I can't help but feel a little hurt, so I decide not to reply further.
Thursday
Carter: We should probably talk, Alice.
Me: Okay.
Carter: I'm sorry, I've been really MIA. Not intentional I promise. Just had some stuff to figure out.
Me: Let me know when you want to talk.
Carter: Do you want to come over tomorrow?
Me: Sorry—I'm working late tomorrow and I'm working over the weekend too. Got to prep for a big meeting next week.
Carter: Next week then?
Me: Sure, big guy.
Carter: Be good.
Me: Never. *devil emoji*
Friday
Carter: Sure I can't encourage you to skip out on work tonight?
Me: I'm sure.
Carter: I'll make it worth your while.
Me: But then I wouldn't get to trawl through all of this paperwork. *sends a photo of a desk*
Me: Hard pass on your offer. This is much more fun.
Saturday
Carter: Good morning, Alice. I hope you're not being worked too hard this weekend.
Does he not realise about the giant innuendo? I smile at my phone, trying not to see the filthy side of his message.
Me: Depends who you ask!
Carter: I know how hard you love to work.
Me: You have no idea.
Carter: Oh, I do.
Me: Remember three days ago when you said we needed to stop?
Carter: Sorry *angel emoji*
Sunday
Carter: One day left until you're free.
Me: You realise tomorrow is Monday, right?