Page 9 of The Chemistry Coach
Daisy couldn’t lie.“Oh, Idefinitelystill have the hots for him.That’s for sure.I want to sit on his face.It’s a real problem, since now I have to work with him.Also, he seemed nice.”
Patrick’s frustrated yell had Daisy cringing and pulling the phone away from her ear.“Dammit Patrick.We’ve talked about this.You can’t scream into the phone like that!”
He laughed and ignored her comment.“Wait, what do you mean you have to work with him?Did you land a job with the Freeze?And how is that a problem?For a decade I’ve been hearing, ‘look at Connor, he’s so dreamy’.”Patrick’s impression of Daisy was pretty spot on.“And now you have the opportunity to woo him and you’re saying it’s a problem.One interaction and you’re giving up.I can’t wait to tell Sophia about this.She’s going to be so mad at you.”
Daisy giggled again and relaxed at Patrick’s familiar teasing.Her shoulders pulled away from her ears.Her chronically clenched jaw came loose, and she let out a sigh, releasing tension in her shoulders.
“Patrick, don’t bring your wife into this.She’ll bully me until I seduce him.I can’t answer your questions if you keep talking.Do you want to know what happened or not?”
“Yes!I said tell me everything!”
“Ugh, I’m never getting the opportunity to woo him.I already showed my whole ass today.Well.Whole tits I guess.But that’s a whole other thing.”
“Oh my God!You already showed him your tits?Daisy!”Patrick’s laugh infected Daisy.
“Not on purpose!My dress got wet and turned see-through!”
“How’d your dress get wet?”
“You’re asking too many questions.Let me tell you the story.”
“Okay, okay.Go.”
“I don’t have a job with the Freeze.The Connors showed up at my work today out of the blue.They’re my new clients.”
“Daisy, I’m all for self-expression, but I’m failing to see why your tits would be out at work.”
“They weren’t out!You’re too focused on the tits of it all.I had a horrible group of teenagers before the Connors came in.They left a massive mess I had to rush to clean, and one of their disgusting lunch concoctions sloshed onto me.It got on my face and in my hair and drenched my dress.And then, of course, who shows up as my new client before I can fix it?The man I’ve been obsessing over forever.So I ran away and left them waiting while I got presentable.”
“Well, it could have been worse, I guess.”
“That wasn’t the bad part.”Daisy trailed off on a dramatic pause, loving how much Patrick supported her and cared about her stories.
“What are you waiting for?”he whined.“Don’t make me beg for the juicy parts.”
“Well.My dress was ruined.There was ketchup and mustard and soda all over it.You could see my bra.I had to change.Luckily, I had my gym bag.But I only had one outfit.”
Patrick, knowing Daisy owned three gym outfits, all of which featured the Freeze, shouted, “No!”
“Yeah.And the worst part, it had Connor’s name on it.”
Patrick exploded with laughter.
“I tried to hide it.I said my ex was into hockey.Which is technically true.”
When Patrick calmed down, he said, “Oh no.That made it worse.You could have owned it.”
“I did.Eventually.It was incredibly awkward.And now he knows I’m a fan, and we have to work together, and I cannot think straight when I look at him.It’s like my panties melt right off.He doesn’t even have to do anything.”
Patrick snorted, and Daisy could picture his exact expression.His nose would scrunch, hand covering his mouth, his shoulder-length blonde hair hanging over one eye.God, she missed him.
“You should date him.You know so much about him already; it could be easy.”
Daisy twirled a pen between her fingers.“That’s yucky to me.I’d feel like a predator.”
“Why?”
“Because I know him.My choices and feelings have affected his life.I’m in too deep with the parasocial creepiness.”
