You just finished, didn’t you?
Still in bed?
HAHAHAHAHA
Your a sick fuck.
You’re.
One handed typing. ;)
YASSS QUEEN.
I tossed my phone on my bed and laid there just staring at my ceiling for a moment.
I decided to jump in the shower. I wasn’t a two shower a day kind of girl, but after the interrupted shower this morning and all my dirty thoughts, I needed something to just wash away the night and the morning.
I trotted into my bathroom and looked at my shower tub combo and was suddenly missing the luxury of Callum’s. I didn’t need all the lights or music, but the rainfall was nice.And the jets…My subconscious reminded.
I flipped the water on and then looked at myself in the mirror, seeing a minor scrape above my eyebrow and was reminded of the dickface from last night. Why do guys have to be like that? I was having a great time with Lizzy and then he had to come over and ruin it and then make me feel like it was my fault because he had self-control issues. But I guess that’s the problem today.
I remember going to school and at the beginning of every year, we would have a kickoff meeting reviewing rules segmented by girls and boy. Boys… two rules. No cleats and no ripped shirts. Girls. Well, pull up a chair and pack a lunch because the list was extensive. No tight pants, no short shorts, no shorts above the knee, no tank tops, no this, no that. It was especially frustrating when going into the stores to buy clothes and almost every piece was something that couldn’t be worn at school, so I was stuck having to wear pants every day. Ninety degrees or twenty degrees didn’t matter, because it was the girl's job to remove temptation from boys instead of boys learning how to control themselves.
I sighed. This was an argument or pet peeve of mine that popped up far too frequently. I stuck my tongue out in the mirror, then climbed into the shower, taking my time since I had nothing to do today.
I dried my hair and put on a light layer of make-up and then sat on my couch flipping through Netflix.
After a Valentine’s Day themed romcom, I flipped open my work laptop and checked my emails. I usually did it later at night, but now seemed like a good time since I needed to keep my mind busy. I could not get thoughts of Callum out of my head.
“Shit.” I clicked open the link that said Valentine’s dinner reminder. It was a customer event from one of our biggest clients. They had apparently rented out a ballroom or something and invited my entire firm plus one to dinner on Wednesday. I forgot I’d RSVP’d several weeks ago. I guess part of me hoped I’d be able to find a date before then, but the other part tried not to think about it and completely failed.
My first thought was Lizzy, which was stupid. She used to be my date for these sorts of things, so much so that for a long time my boss thought we were dating. Could I get sick between now and then? I’d have to start building the story tomorrow. Go in fine, because I didn’t want them thinking I was just hung over from the weekend, but at around one or two, get a little mopey, a sniffle here or there. Tuesday, go in and talk about the awful nights sleep I had and then leave early. BOOM! Plan locked in place!
My phone dinged.
I looked at it, expecting a text from Lizzy, but instead found my restaurant app confirming a reservation to Bo La Vie for tomorrow night at eight, for four people.
I stared at the app confused since I hadn’t made a reservation, but then noticed it said Thank you Emmett for making your reservation! In special notes, it read. To foods that make you moan with a winky face.
I threw my phone down and then picked it up again.
“Asshole!” I laughed.
That wonderful, handsome asshole.
I don’t know why he made a reservation for me, but I was beyond ecstatic. I called Lizzy and told her the good news and invited her and Tony to come with. She said she’d be there, but Tony wouldn’t be able to make it. He had dinner with a customer to talk about some project he was about to start, which probably meant Derek, too. I had hesitated a minute before calling her, because naturally Tony would probably expect me to want to invite Derek. I mean, I hope not after last night, but it was still weird ground. Another reason on the list of many, why I didn’t like them setting me up. When things don’t work out, it’s just awkward for a bit.
I didn’t know what to do with the extra two seats and thought about modifying the reservation for only two, but didn’t know if Emmett would join or wanted to join. Was this his way of asking me out?In a really weird way.My subconscious chimed.
Ok. So probably not Emmett asking me out, but who would use the other two seats? Maybe he was just giving me the option? Why was I over thinking this? I squealed.
I ran into my closet and flipped through all of my clothes, trying to find the perfect outfit for tomorrow night. This would probably be the last time I’d be able to eat here for a while because I definitely wasn’t going to make a reservation for a month out.
Scratch that. After the sandwiches I tasted last night, I would probably make it for a year out… I’m just not that patient of a person. Maybe I could get in really tight with Emmett and he would tell me who his friend is that can give me the hook up.
Yes. All the plans were coming together.
When they kiss you like that…
