Me: You don’t always get everything you want.
Gianna: Yeah, I usually do.
“I bet you fucking do,” I say, reaching into the shower and switching it from hot water to cold. If this conversation keeps going this direction, I’ll definitely need a cold shower when it’s over.
Me: Not this time.
Gianna: This doesn’t bode well for our relationship, boyfriend.
Our relationship. I blow out a hasty breath.
Me: How can I make an impression if I treat you like every other guy does?
Gianna: I can think of ways.
“Yup.” I groan as my cock grows rock hard. “Cold shower it is.”
Gianna: So this is a real dating experiment? Meaning, it’s for science, but it’ll be real for all intents and purposes, right?
Me: You better tell Matthew to fuck off. Does that help?
Gianna: Oooh. Are you a possessive boyfriend, Drake?
Me: Are you a jealous girlfriend, Gianna?
Gianna: No. I’m confident that I can keep your attention for six weeks.
“There is no doubt about that.”
Gianna: If this is a real relationship, then I should treat you like I would any other guy who I’m dating, right? And not like my coworker? Or should it be my coworker who dared me to date him as a science experiment?”
Me: This will only work if you treat it like a real relationship.
I’m playing with fire. I’m playing with so much fucking fire that there’s no doubt that I’m going to get burned.Why does that sound so tempting?
Gianna: So I should totally send you nudes …
Me: PLEASE.
Gianna: No nudes before the first date.
Me: I knew I should’ve made our first date tonight.
Gianna: You missed an opportunity.
Me: Guess I’ll have to do what I do every other night then.
Gianna: What’s that?
I grab my cock and give it a nice, tight stroke.
Me: I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Gianna: Don’t be late.
Me: I wouldn’t dream of it. Good night.
Gianna: Night.
