This time, I laugh.
Me
Your evening must be going really well if you're texting me.
Alex
Maybe I'm hedging my bets.
I glare at the phone, heart still buoyed.
He is teasing, but two can play at that, and I put the salad down, get up, and find the dusty bottle of wine I bought a few months back as a splurge.
It is a twist top, so I open it and pour it into a glass and make my way back to the living area. The first sip is shudder-inducing.
Wine isn't a subject I know much about, and I was going to just cook with this, so I chose cab sav and cheap.
It is not the best drinking wine, a little thin on the tongue, but it will do.
For some reason, I feel like this is something just for me.
I settle back, and, of course, he is waiting for my response. I take another sip, stretching out his waiting time a little more, aware he could be watching me.
It crosses my mind that I should probably tell him he needs to check with me before he tunes into channel Lola, but there is no fun in that.
And I think I like the idea that he can peek at me whenever he wants.
It makes my pussy throb.
I blow out a breath, more than aware I'm a little insane, getting turned on by a man whose face I don't know, have never seen.
His body, though...
Now that is a different story.
Me
I will leave you to your bets. Mine are rolling in.
I wait. I wait some more, but he doesn't bite.
Alex
They must be compelling bets if you're talking to me.
Me
Maybe I have a date.
Alex
You have a date as much as I do.
Triumph flares.
Me
So, two?
