Page 26 of Make Me Hunt
I’m halfway through making coffee when the three dots pop up on the screen.
Josh:
“Any chance of an early dinner or a very late lunch before my shift at the bar starts?”
I give it a few seconds before replying, mostly because I still haven’t decided what the hell I’m doing. But something is telling me that sitting around and waiting for Ares to text or call is the worst thing I can do.
And maybe Josh is just hot enough to get Ares off my mind for a while.
Me:
“You don’t waste time.”
Josh:
“Life gives you few true opportunities. I feel this is something I shouldn’t pass up.”
Wow, straight to the heart.
If he keeps talking like that, he might just talk his way straight into my panties.
Me:
“I’m complicated.”
Josh:
“I only like complicated.”
Me:
“Okay. Consider that your fair warning.”
Josh:
“Does that mean you accept?”
Me:
“It doesn’t mean I don’t accept.”
Josh:
“Will you send me an address so I can pick you up?”
It’s not that I’m paranoid, but I’m not handing out my address even before we’ve been on a date. Truth be told, I might just change my mind and end up inviting him over for a hookup by the end of the night. But that’s still up in the air, and he does have to go to work, so the odds aren’t great anyway.
Me:
“I’ve got my car. Besides, you’re heading to work after, so I’ll need a ride back.”
Josh:
“Okay, got the message. Not going to push it. Meet me at The 50s? Say, in an hour?”
That’s a small restaurant across town, fancy enough to avoid diner vibes, but casual enough not to put pressure on the evening and make this feel like a date. Or maybe it is. Whatever.
Me:
