Tempting.
I type slowly:
Colt: It’s late. You shouldn’t be running around the city.
I can get it from you this weekend,I think.
Stupid. But what else am I going to say? ‘Yeah just come right over.’ No chance I’d be able to keep my hands to myself in that scenario.
She overreacts, in the cutest possible way:
Elena: No no no no that’s weird omg ignore me why did I offer that I’m in pajamas never mind never mind
I laugh. Out loud.
Diesel lifts his head, offended by the noise.
Colt: Pajamas, huh?
Elena: Stop.
Colt: Stop? Also how does Tuesday work? Just give it to me then.
Elena: Yeah. Everything. Also stop being hot.
I freeze.
Hot?
She backpedals instantly:
Elena: NOT flirting. Just stating facts. :) :) :). I’ve had wine. Can you tell?
God.
She’s going to ruin me.
Elena: Tuesday works for me. Unless, you know, you have any really important transactions coming up.
I stare at that message.
She’s joking.
Maybe.
But she’s also giving me an opening.
A door I am absolutely not supposed to walk through.
I shut my eyes.
Damien would have me murdered in my sleep.
Or at least fired.
Probably both.
But I’m already typing.
