Page 9 of Excitable Boy
“Love you, too. Did you say ‘pick us up’?”
“Yeah. We’re taking Mike home first. I’ll send my friend a text and make sure he’ll be there Saturday and set up an appointment with him. I’m done screwing around, and we have to have two vehicles.”
“Yes, Sir.”
After chatting for a few more minutes, Tony ended the call while Mike chuckled.
“She claimed your car, huh?” Mike asked.
“Yeah. I should’ve seenthatone coming.”
“Well, you never told her she couldn’t have your car, did you?”
“I told her to go shopping for a new car and pick something out.”
“Technically, she adhered to the letter of your orders then, dude.”
Tony snorted. “Damn sneaky slaves. I should order her to wear a butt-plug to pick us up.”
Mike burst out laughing. “Uh, TMI, buddy.”
“Sorry.”
But the more he thought about it, the more that’s exactly what he’d do.
He opened up the last text thread and sent her a text on his personal cell.
One more thing, pet. When you pick us up Saturday, there’d better be a butt-plug in that gorgeous ass of yours.
When his phone vibrated with an incoming phone call a moment later, he was a little worried when he saw it was Ross. “Hey, man. What’s up?”
Ross was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Dude, I love you, but not like that. I’m not your pet, what’s this about picking you up Saturday, and I’mnotwearing a butt-plug for you. And thank you for calling my ass gorgeous.”
“Wha—oh,shit!”
Ross laughed even harder, and Tony heard Loren laughing in the background.
The last text Tony had sent had been to Ross in response to a question from him about the next party.
“Man, I’m really sorry,” Tony said.
“No,” Ross said, still snorting, “it’s all right. I just thought you might want to know you didn’t text the right person with that. As Seth used to say, I love you, but I ain’t doin’ ya.”
Tony caught Mike’s confused glance and was happy at least this misstep on his part would provide their friends with a lot of laughs as the story made its way through their Suncoast Society munch group’s ranks.
“Yeah, no,” Tony said. “Not doin’ you, either, Ross. Sorry, again.”
“No worries. You change your residence to Colorado yet or…”
They pulled into the hotel parking lot a few minutes later as Tony finished his call with Ross.
Mike put the car into park. “Okay, dude, Ihaveto hear this. What happened?”
Mike roared with laughter after Tony let him read the text he’d accidentally sent Ross.
Then Tony copied it and this time made sure it was Shayla’s text that he actually replied to.
Send.
