Cooper: My daughter always comes first, but you are second. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.
Mae: I’m free tomorrow.
Cooper: I’ll pick you up at six.
Mae: Sounds good. Are you sure, though?
Cooper: Yeah, Naomi can hang with June. She wants to anyway.
Mae: Okay
Cooper: So what are you wearing?
Mae: You cannot be serious.
Cooper: Deadly, tell me what you’re wearing.
I grin at the phone, waiting for her response. She’ll probably tell me off, or throw it right back and ask me what I’m wearing — a pair of pajama shorts.
The bubbles pop up again, and I almost drop the phone because she sent me a picture. Fumbling to hold my phone straight, I tap on the picture, making it bigger, and she’s wearing shorts, a tank top, definitely no bra, and her hair is a mess on top of her head. Glasses sit on her nose, and she’s making a funny face holding a pencil between her teeth.
Damn, that’s sexy.
Mae: Gotcha
Cooper: Is that your normal work attire? Can I work at your company?
Mae: Haha, very funny, and I thought you were bad at math
Cooper: I’m sure I could figure something out
Mae: It’s hot
Cooper: Yes, you are
Mae: *eye roll emoji*
Cooper: You are terrible at taking compliments, stubborn
Mae: So what are you going to do about it?
Cooper: Keep complimenting you
Mae: That… was not the answer I was expecting
Cooper: You thought you had me pegged, didn’t you?
Mae: … maybe
Cooper: Did you want me to tell you I’d lay you over my thigh and slap that pretty little ass until you accept all my compliments?
Mae: No
Cooper: Liar
Mae: Prove it
Cooper: One day I will by putting a ring on your finger
