I don’t think you truly want to know me, Matteo. I’m here to serve a purpose for you, as a distraction. Someone to pump your ego.
You don’t want to know the real me.
I stare back at my phone, words failing me for a moment. She has no idea what I want.
Matteo
Why don’t you let me be the one who decides that?
Time is momentarily suspended as I’m trapped in a tin can flying through the sky. Damn, what did Aiden do for her to be this jaded?
But then again, I don’t know anything about her and there’s a burning curiosity inside of me. Most of the women I meet only ever want to talk about themselves.
Not Jade. She keeps her cards close to her chest with her poker face perfectly in place.
That alone has me wanting to dive into the archives of Jade Wilson.
Sunny
Okay.
My eyebrows tug together, conflict washing over me. She seemed ready to extend her claws and now she’s retreating. It’s hard to read tone in text messages, so maybe I had it wrong.
Matteo
Can I take you out when I get home?
Sunny
Just as friends.
Matteo
Are we friends now?
Sunny
That’s the only word that fits whatever this is.
Whatever this is.I don’t even know.We’re not dating. We’re not fucking. We’re really not anything.
Friends it is.
Matteo
Then yes, as friends.
Sunny
And just for inspiration.
I can’t tell if she’s trying to make those lines even clearer than they already were.
Matteo
Yes, Jade.
I have no intention of this being anything more.
