"Got any pics?"
I knew I had to be out of my mind when I sent Didi a copy of the picture of me on the company website. It was a public photo, easy for anyone to find if they knew what they were looking for. I didn't tend to give out personal information to people I didn't know or personal pictures, even to strippers from Louisiana.
"Oh, very handsome. Strong jaw line, soulful gray eyes, and those luscious locks of sandy blond hair are to die for. The wide shoulders aren't too bad either. You certainly fill that suit out nicely enough."
"Glad you think so."
This was the weirdest conversation I'd ever had. I didn't know why I wasn't hanging up and blocking the guy's number. I really should, but something kept me eagerly awaiting the next text.
"I bet you'd look even better out of that fancy suit of yours."
I chuckled.
"Maybe."
"Got any pics of that?"
"None that I'd be willing to share at this time."
Maybe never.
"Fair enough,"came the reply.
When my phone buzzed again and I saw the picture Didi had sent, I nearly swallowed my tongue. I'd always known I was bisexual, but I had given up men when I married Madeline. Maybe it was time to change that.
This guy was gorgeous. Thick dark hair cut short on the sides, but spiked on top, matched well with the thick eyebrows and deep brown eyes. I couldn't see below his waist, but he wasn't wearing anything except a set of black suspenders on his upper half, and what I could see was sexy as hell.
"What do you think?"
I smiled as I sent a meme of someone fanning themselves."Very hot."
The six-pack abs were drool-worthy.
I'd never really been one for a lot of texting, but this was fun.
I growled when my intercom buzzed then reached over and hit the button. "Yes?"
"Sir, you asked me to remind you when it was two o'clock."
Damn, I had asked that. I had a city council meeting in an hour, and I couldn't be late. My bosses were depending on me to get a key piece of property rezoned. While that could all be done through paperwork, it looked better if one of the interested parties was in attendance at the meeting in case there were any questions, and that was my job.
"Thank you."
I grimaced as I stared down at my phone again. I had really been enjoying myself, and I suspected once I let this text conversation go, I'd never hear from the sexy little stripper again.
"Sorry, Didi, work is calling. I need to go."
"No, I understand,"Didi texted back."I should probably start getting ready for work, too. A stripper pole waits for no one."
I wouldn't know. Never really been the kind of man who went to strip clubs, but after seeing a picture of Didi, I could see the attraction. I was hard as a rock just thinking about him twirling around a stripper pole.
"Maybe we can chat later."
I held my breath as I waited for his reply. He'd probably tell me to go pound sand or agree and then never contact me again. Beyond a few sentences typed out on a phone, we knew nothing about each other.
"I'd like that. What time do you get off work?"
I grinned as I quickly typed back. "I'm supposed to be off work around five o'clock, but that never happens. I usually work until about nine."
