“Good. Then I called at exactly the right time.”
“No, you didn’t. I’m in bed.”
“Fuck, baby. Why are you going to put that picture in my mind?”
“I didn’t put a picture in your mind.”
“Trust me, you did. What are you wearing?”
“I don’t think you should ask me questions like that. Especially since you have yet to tell me how you got my number,” I argue.
“We have a great tech guy. He got your number for me.”
“Oh my God. You do know that shit is against the law, right?”
He laughs. “Baby, really?”
“I’m not your baby, and yes, really.”
“You have family in the same type of club I’m in. You really going to ask me that shit?” he chuckles.
“Don’t spout that one percent shit to me. I’m not a threat to the club or a member. You had no right to pull that shit to get my number. If I wanted you to have it, I would have given it to you.”
“You gave me something else, Isolde,” he says, his voice dropping down.
“And now you’re making me regret it, Candy-boy.”
“If you think you’re making me mad calling me Candy-boy, you’re wrong. Your cunt is the sweetest candy I’ve ever had, so I’m more than good with that name.”
“God, Caleb, you’re insufferable.”
“What are you wearing?”
I start to tell him to fuck off, but I’ve decided since he asked, I’ll go ahead and give it to him. The asshole. “I’m wearing an old football jersey my boyfriend Kai gave me to sleep in,” I answer sweetly. I mean, technically I’m telling him the truth. Kai did give it to me to sleep in. He was my boyfriend at the time. No lies detected. Caleb can kiss my ass.
“Nice try. You wouldn’t let me eat you out if you had a man.”
He’s right, and it’s annoying that he reads me so well. Still, I’m not going to give him that victory. “You barely know me, Caleb, but I can assure you I’m not lying about Kai.” He’s silent for a moment, and the thrill of victory hits me. I’m pretty sure I scored a shot here. For some reason that feels really important.
“I’m not worried about sissy-boy Kai.”
“Sissy-boy?” I laugh. If Kai heard that, he’d probably tear Caleb apart. He’s a huge guy. There’s a reason he was going into the NFL before he got in a car wreck. “Kai is definitely not a sissy-boy, whatever that means.”
“He can’t be much of a man, baby. If he were, he would have fucked you so hard you wouldn’t even look at another man. The bastard sure as hell wouldn’t let you leave his side.”
“First of all, no one lets me do anything. I’m my own person, Caleb.”
“You are, but if a man is any kind of man and he has you for a woman, he’s not going to want to leave her side. Leaving her unprotected is unacceptable. Fuck, baby, it was hard for me to come home tonight.”
“I’m not looking for a man.”
“Not even sissy-boy?”
“We broke up,” I confess—leaving out the part that we broke up last year.
“I’d break up with him too if I were you.”
“Technically, he broke up with me,” I explain when I really shouldn’t.
