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Chapter 15 – Laila
Want to go on a date with me tomorrow?
The text lit up my phone as I stared at it, trying to make it make sense in my sleepy brain. Deciding that I was nowhere caffeinated enough yet to respond, I got out of bed, stretching and groaning with each step to the coffeepot.
A date?
Zeke had left after our hot and steamy humping session on my bed, seeking a shower and clean clothes and a night’s sleep before a big day at work today. Which left me with time to ponder the turn of events between us.
Normally, that would be fine. My therapist had done a pretty good job of giving me tools not to overthink things that didn’t need to be. But then he hit me with that text first thing this morning, and I was left completely unsure of how to respond.
So, I did what any twenty something year old woman did when a drop-dead gorgeous, way out of her league man gave her the tiniest bit of attention.
I panicked.
And word vomited all over him through text message.
A date?
Like dinner and a movie?
Or like hanging out somewhere dark and secluded?
Because I did that once, and it didn’t work out well for me.
Ignore that.
I’m sorry.
I’m awkward.
But you know that. So anyway. What exactly do you mean by a date?
Because I feel like I need to know that before I accept or decline.
Have I mentioned I’ve never been on a datebefore…
Ever.
You probably want to take back your offer now, huh?
Okay, Bye!
“Stupid.” I groaned, slamming my phone down on the counter as embarrassment kept coursing through me. My phone started dancing as a reply came in, and I flinched, reaching for it, fully expecting to get a message stating I was permanently blocked by Zeke. As if that was even a real thing.
Stop texting and take a deep breath.
Little bubbles flashed on the screen before his next text came through almost instantly.
Laila, do what I said.
I rolled my eyes but took a deep breath, and another message popped up.
Good girl.
I looked around my apartment, expecting to find him watching me, but I was alone. He was just that intuitive.
Now that I have your attention. There is a charity gala tomorrow night that Ryker hosts every year. I was hoping you’d like to go as my date.
