Page 33 of Wrong Car, Wright Guy
“What the fuck areyoulooking at?” she demands, a big attitude inside that tiny body.
“I’m on Tinder,” he responds, his eyes sweeping over her body lasciviously.
She balks and turns back to me. “OK. So, Tinder is a bust. But we need to do something to help out our social lives.” I’ve never seen a guy’s shoulders slump so fast.
We take our food and head outside, eating and walking along the street.
“It’s hard being social with my life so crazy right now,” I say around a mouthful of food. “But Darren is doing another Coco show Friday night. I can leave right after my show and we can go watch that? I haven’t seen his show in ages.”
“I don’t think you quite got the part where I said I needed sex. But sure, let’s go to a drag show. Maybe we can hit the clubs after?”
“I can do that,” I say with a smile before I check the time on my cell. “Ugh. I should get back or Tanner will bitch me out for being late.”
“What’s the topic today?”
“Teachers carrying guns.”
“Oh god. That upsets me just thinking about it.”
“It’s going to be chaos.”
“Whose idea wasthat?”
“Tanner’s. He never takes my ideas on board.”
“You should have your own show so you can pick your own topics.”
“That’s not going to happen. My contract is for twelve months with a six month non-compete.”
“Eww.”
“I know. But I’m OK. Tanner’s not as awful as he sounds on air. Well, not all the time.”
She narrows her eyes a little. “I thought the land was barren. Are you two starting to get along?” The way she pronounces ‘along’ it sounds like she's a little kid singing a jump rope song.
I shake my head straight away. “Don't be crazy. We work together, so I'm forced to make myself see his good side. That's all.”
“And you’re horny for him.” She’s still singing.
“I am not.You’rehorny,” I tease.
“Hey, no need to get defensive. If I had to work with Tanner, I'd be horny for him too. He did get voted hottest man alive, you know?”
“It was sexiest. But listen, I’ve really gotta go.”
“Just when the conversation gets interesting.” She pouts. “Hey, maybe invite him to the Coco show.”
“No. No way. The last time Tanner and I socialized, it didn't end well.”
Her eyes get wider. “Oh, my god. What happened? And why don't I know about this? Spill or I’ll tickle you until you drop your soup on the ground.”
“That's nasty,” I gasp. “And I'll tell you later. I really have to get back.”
She holds her hands up and makes tickle motions with her hands, making me laugh. “Try to keep your eyes off your co-host,” she calls after me. “Actually, no. Keep them on.Onhim. And ask him if he's on Tinder. You can swipe him or whatever it is the kids do.”
I wave over my shoulder, shaking my head. “Absolutely not! He’s dating someone, remember?”
“Boo!” she yells after me, laughing. And I have to agree, knowing Tanner is not only unavailable, but completely out of my reach, seems like a boo-able offense to me too.
