I’m being silly.
Or am I?
There’s something about Harrison O’Rourke. Something that I haven’t seen in a man since… Since possibly ever, if I’m being honest.
And it’s not just the fact that we were doing it like bunnies barely an hour ago.
I give the musicians one more gesture to take a bow and then I make my way off the stage. I shuffle into my dressing room, locking the door behind me.
I open my phone, and… Yes! A text from Harrison.
Loved getting to know you. Any chance you’re free for dinner sometime?
My heart soars.
I’m being silly, getting this worked up over a man. But I don’t care.
It’s been so long since I’ve actually felt something other than pain or shame—or an unpleasant combination of the two—from being with a man.
I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath. I have to play this cool. If he saw how I reacted to a simple text, he’d probably go running for the hills.
I open my calendar. Today is Friday the thirteenth. Funny. Usually an unlucky day—at least according to those who are superstitious—but my luck has shifted for the better.
Of course, it wasn’t a lucky day for Mr. Calloway.
Tomorrow is Saturday, the fourteenth. I’ll be back at the club singing, but I could meet Harrison earlier.
I type out a quick response, checking it three times before hitting send.
Loved meeting you, too. I have to be back at Aces at 8pm tomorrow eve. Maybe an early dinner before?
Sent. Delivered.
The three little dots bounce on the screen.
Do you like oysters?
I’ve never had them, but I’m always willing to try something new.
Don’t hate the sound of that. ;)
Very funny. But that sounds good to me. Do you have a place in mind?
Yeah. Brassica Rex. Off Lake and State. Not too far from where you need to be after.
Great. It’s a date. Excited to see you!
I almost added a heart emoji to the end of that last text, but again, I want to keep it cool. He already sent me a winky face. Don’t want to overindulge.
I let out a sudden giggle. Aren’t oysters supposed to be an aphrodisiac?
Not that I need any help being attracted to Harrison.
I hope he isn’t just seeing me as some sex toy. I want him to date me for me.
Either way, I’m looking forward to it.
Hell, I’m actually excited. For the first time in a while, I’m excited about something.
