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CHANTAY
My phone buzzes with a text from my sister just as I decide to decompress from yet another depressing first date.
Maya:How did the date go? Please tell me Derek wasn't as boring as his dating profile suggested.
I snort.Derek.The accountant who spent two hours explaining his spreadsheet organization system and asked me to split the check down to the penny.
Me: Derek was... educational. I now know seventeen different ways to categorize business expenses.
Maya:That bad?
Me: He brought a calculator to dinner. To figure out the tip.
Maya: Ouch. Well, at least you looked hot doing it.
I glanceat myself in my bedroom mirror. She's not wrong. The black dress hugging my curves definitely delivered, even if it was wasted on a man who got excited about depreciation schedules. Sighing I slip the dress off and toss it in the dirty clothes hamper before replying to my sister.
Me: The dress was amazing. Too bad it didn't come with a personality translator.
I setmy phone on the edge of the sink and lean over to splash cold water on my face. The shock of it feels good against my heated skin. As I reach for the towel, my elbow bumps the phone, sending it sliding across the wet marble counter.
"No, no, no—" I lunge for it, but water droplets have already seeped into the case. The screen flickers to life, apps opening and closing in rapid succession like it's possessed. I frantically try to swipe them closed, but the touchscreen is going haywire from the moisture.
The camera app springs open just as I catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror—me in nothing but the lacy black bra and matching panties from the lingerie set Maya bought me. Before I can react, the phone makes that telltale camera click sound.
My stomach drops. "Please tell me it didn't just?—"
The screen shows a sending animation, a little paper airplane flying across the display.
My phone buzzes with a delivery confirmation.
To a number I don't recognize.
My phone immediately starts ringing. Unknown number.
I decline the call. It rings again. I decline it again, my heart hammering.
A text appears.
Unknown:I think you sent this to the wrong number. At least, I hope you hadn’t intended to send that to a random man as your strange version of a booty call.
Relief floods through me.They’re being decent about it.
Me: OMG I am SO sorry. That was completely accidental. Please delete it.
Unknown:Already deleted. No harm done.
Me: Thank you for being a decent human being. You have no idea how mortifying this is.
Unknown:Trust me, I've had my share of mortifying moments. This doesn't even crack the top ten.
Somethingabout his response makes me smile despite my embarrassment.
Me: Top ten? Now I'm curious.
Unknown:Well, there was the time I got stuck upside down in a cave for six hours because I misjudged a passage width.
