TheBigO: I’m in the middle of a secret agent one…
Oh look, the new guy. I don’t even think he reads romance?
RacingQueen: Does it have smut?
His icon pops up as if he’s writing, but it drops again before his single word reply shows.
TheBigO: No.
I have zero patience for anything without spice.
RacingQueen: Boring.
TheBigO: I dunno. It’s fast paced. You might like it if you try it?
My lips purse as I stare up at the ceiling. I seriously wonder why he’s even in this chat? Almost everything we talk about in here has steamy or spicy scenes.
Tara: You should know better, he never reads it.
RacingQueen: He doesn’t know what he’s missing!
TheBigO: I don’t believe in it.
Wait, what?
RacingQueen: In romance? Or smut?
TheBigO: Romance.
Wow. He sounds like a peach.
That makes me snort.
RacingQueen: You should try it. I bet your significant other would appreciate it.
TheBigO: I’m single.
It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that part out.
I don’t know anything about him, except that he joined quietly a couple of months ago, yet won’t go to any of the in person meetings.
He’s pretty quiet most of the time, but occasionally has a sarcastic comment or two to add.
Hell, I don’t even know how old he is. He might be like eighty and want to read old World War Two novels?
Tara: What about hockey?
RacingQueen: Not tonight. Too many moving sticks.
TheBigO: I still vote for this spy novel.
Knowing he doesn’t like romances, I almost want to fuck with him now.
I need someone new to pick on. Ever since Sawyer moved in with Val, it’s boring around here.
I miss hanging out with my brother.
If nothing else, I can keep myself entertained trying to sway this new guy to the dark side.
