Page 33 of Nerdelicious
A text lights up my phone.
What do I say?
I type quickly.Ask her questions about herself. What she likes to do, what she’s majoring in at school.
And he does.
And it’s not too bad. It’s a little stilted, but they manage to move the conversation along. Caroline grew up in Blue Falls. She likes to scrapbook and knit. She’s majoring in early childhood education because she wants to be a preschool teacher. I can’t even make this stuff up. Hell, I want to date her. The more perfect she is, the more my stomach heaves.
“What do you like to do for fun?” she asks him.
“I like cooking. I’m majoring in culinary science.”
In the mirror, Caroline’s eyes brighten and she leans in, crossing her arms and resting her elbows on the table. The move pumps up her cleavage.
It’s so natural, like she’s not even aware of it. She is good.
“You like to cook? You should cook me dinner sometime.” She trails her fingers over her pearls and watches him from under her eyelashes.
Beast’s ears go red.
He rubs the back of his neck and picks up his phone.
What do I say?
Do you want to cook her dinner? If so, just say you’d be happy to.
Fingers flying, he tells her he does.
Caroline beams at him.
And just like that, I’ve been rendered useless. I’m like the eye holes in Daredevil’s mask. He doesn’t need me. Envy claws at my insides. Caroline is confident. She knows what she wants and she goes after it. She might be putting out this whole Suzy Homemaker vibe, but it works for her. I can’t even make out with someone at a party when we’re both boozed up.
I shake my head and try to focus on the conversation playing out behind me. This isn’t about me.
“You’re so sweet. And that voice. It’s so sexy.”
He rubs his neck. I know he’s not sure how to respond. I text him before he can ask.
Tell her thank you. I hit send and then sigh and type some more.And if you think anything of hers is sexy, respond in kind.
He reads my text and a few seconds later, Morgan Freeman speaks. “Thank you. I like your voice, too.”
Hmmm. Maybe we’re not quite ready for the sexy talk.
But it’s still rather endearing. And Caroline seems to agree because she’s looking at him like she wants him to be her next meal.
My screen brightens with an incoming text.Am I screwing this up?
You’re doing great. Relax.
He takes a visible breath and his shoulders lose a half inch of tension.
Her smile deepens, eyes sultry even in the reflection above me. “We can go somewhere else and do less talking. You won’t even need your phone.” And then she puts her hand on his and bites her lip with perfect seduction.
She must practice the move. When I try stuff like that in the mirror, l look like a piranha.
Life is so unfair.
