Page 13 of Rich Girl
“This is…” He clears his throat a couple of times. “This is wild.”
“Yes,” I agree. “So a warning would’ve been nice. I didn’t expect this.” I point to the electronic device in his hands. “There has got to be something that can be done. But I seriously want to quit it. This is not worth it.”
“I never had anything like this.” Cal’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head. “I never even put my picture on there…”
“What?” I snap at him. “I thought that was mandatory.”
“I just wanted to get Evie,” he shrugs. “So I didn’t care about who would look at my profile. As soon as I made contact with her, I shut that shit down. She was the only one who could see me and message me on there.”
I feel like I was tricked into this, and I’m about to blow up on them all.
“Dude, there’s got to be a way to cut this shit down,” Cal insists. “Did you set your filters properly?”
“I thought I did.”
My voice cracks with worry. I have no idea what I did in there. I was still nursing a good hangover when I created my profile. It is possible that I fucked it all up.
“You mind if I take a look?” He lifts the table to show me the app. “It looks like you’re already logged in.”
I open my arms wide. “Be my guest. After all, had you not signed up for this shit, I wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“You keep on saying that,” Cal chuckles. “But not like we put a gun to your head.”
He falls quiet as he pokes around in my account, trying to figure out why I’m getting so many notifications. I decide to let him do all the work. Leaning my head against the back of my chair, I close my eyes and rest my hands on my stomach.
“Okay,” he finally says. “You had too many options open. And the date range was too wide. You only want it for the next month, right? That’s what the bet is for, thirty days. You got these chicks wanting a date for Thanksgiving and Christmas. That’s eight months away or whatever it is.”
“So that was it?” I stare at him with definite suspicion. It just sounds like it was all too easy.
He gets more comfortable, with one ankle resting on the opposite knee, squinting at the tablet.
“Okay, we’re going to opt out of email notifications.” He talks each step out loud. “That means you’ll have to log into your account and check the messages on there.”
I about jump up and down in excitement. “I don’t give a shit as long as I don’t see all that in my inbox every day.”
“I’m getting rid of all the ones who are requesting a date past the end of May,” he continues. “That got rid of half those messages.”
“Fuckin’ aye,” I mumble. “Get rid of them all.”
“We’ll sort the by the event now. Keep only anything that’s Cinco de Mayo or Memorial Day related. We don’t want anything else.”
He sounds invested now.
“You are now down to ninety-three messages.”
I point at him. “Get rid of the emails, too, though. I don’t want to see any of that in there. It gives me anxiety.”
Cal snorts in amusement but gets to work. It sounds like he is almost done when someone knocks at the door to my office.
“I have arrived to get my man,” Evelyn Moore, or Evie as we all call her, walks in, big smile in place. It fades away a little when she looks at me. I’m sure she is once again remembering the one day when I had to save her and Cal after they messed around out in the woods. “Hey, Ray, how are you?”
“Good, Evie. And you?”
I feel like I am going out of my way to be extra nice to her, but she just blushes to the roots of her hair.
She looks down to see what Cal is doing, an angry expression instantly taking residence on her face.
“Cal Prentice, what in the hell are you doing on theHolidatesapp?”
