Page 62 of Hot Mess

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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

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