Son of a bitch. She was winning.
His dick twitched. “You’re on target.”
“Good. Now the rest is to be continued.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“I don’t joke about boy shorts and hard cocks.”
He coughed on the French fry in his mouth.
Oh, shit.
Not what he expected her to say. Now his dick was ready to stand at attention to hear more.
“Jocelyn?”
“Yes, Chance?”
“You might have to run fast when you see me again.”
“If you haven’t figured it out by now, Chance. I stand my ground.”
Jesus.
“And when will you be standing your ground?”
“I might have to keep you in suspense,” she said. “You’re the one with the busy schedule.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be sorry. We can work around it.”
“You want to?”
“Do you think I just normally throw out words like that with any guy?” she asked.
“Do you?”
“Would you be stunned to know you’re the first?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
“I hear the pride and rising ego in your voice.”
“Pretty obvious. The question is if you’re only doing it because I started it and you have to win or not?”
There was a pause. “I think it’s both. You started and I wasn’t backing down. I like to win. But there was another part to it.”
“What’s that?”
“That I can be myself around you and not worry I’ll be judged or looked down on over it. Not made to feel embarrassed.”
“No one should make you feel like shit for being attracted to them.”
“I always thought that too. It’s nice to be with someone who agrees. Have a good rest of your shift, Chance.”
He went to talk, but she hung up on him.
