And she protests.
At least that was something. I’d gotten a little impatient with text-flirting all last night and waiting on her to flirt back.
A man only had so much patience. Especially when his dick was up.
Me:Hey, you started it
Danica (the hot twin):I don’t think so.
Me:Youre telling me you normally text clients on Friday night?
There was another long-ass pause before her response came in.
Danica (the hot twin):Sometimes.
Bullshit. That was a total fucking lie.
Thing was, she was hot enough I’d maybe let her get away with it.
Danica (the hot twin):I communicate with clients at all hours.
Sure she did.
Me:You can pick the colors. No fucks given in regards to color choice. Literally
Danica (the hot twin):So then red works?
Me:Why red?
Danica (the hot twin):Why not red? You told me not to wear red at our consultation. Was that a thing or were you just messing with me?
Me:Youre the color expert. Figure it out
Danica (the hot twin):Sure. I’ll wear a red lace teddy to our next meeting, see if you break out in hives.
Jesus.
Me:I thought we were keeping this professional
I craned my neck to see the front door. Summer was still sucking face with poet-boy. I really didn’t mind if Danica wore lingerie to our next meeting, but I was getting a hard-on just semi-arguing with her about nothing, and this was not the most convenient time or place for a hard-on.
Danica (the hot twin):Pretty sure you started it. But let’s call it even and move on.
Danica (the hot twin):You refuse to give input, I pick everything, and then if you don’t like it, you’ll let me know. Is that how this works?
Me:Sounds good to me
Danica (the hot twin):Except it will cost you more if I have to redo everything on those grounds.
Me:You have so little faith in yourself
Danica (the hot twin):That is not true.
Me:So its me you have little faith in?
No reply.
Me:I have faith in you. You brought me six pennies. Just do your thing
