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DakkyDuck: Something tells me you CAN draw.
TheRealCreator: What’s that supposed to mean?
DakkyDuck: If you’re allowed to be mysterious. Then so am I!
She’s right. I grab a sheet of paper from the desk drawer and quickly write the date, then sketch out the image beneath it. Once that’s done, I stride into the bathroom, tear off my shirt, and hold the paper in front of my face as I take a picture.
Excitement courses through me. A thrill I haven’t felt since the early days of coding my game. I know this could backfire. Big time.CEO sends inappropriate photo to streamer…Another headline. But—fuck it. Don’t I get to live too?
I send the photo, then sit at my desk, wishing I’d brought one of my tennis balls home.
CHAPTER 5
DAKOTA
“Oh my God,” I murmur, pacing in front of my laptop, his image filling the screen.
“What?” Mara asks on speaker.
“He sent it,” I tell my oldest friend. “A picture of himself. But he’s covering his face.”
“What does he look like?” Her voice full of curiosity.
I sit on the couch and lean forward. My body feels like it’s on fire. He’s shirtless, low light bouncing off his chiseled abs, making his pecs look rock-hard and huge. The piece of paper mostly covers his face, but I can see his chin, square, with a little dimple in the middle. A very light smattering of dark stubble.
“Dakota?” Mara yells.
“Hot,” I admit. “Reallyhot. And the drawing of the hands looks real. No mistakes. The paper looks like it belongs in the image.”
“Be careful,” Mara warns. “It could still be fake. You never know these days.”
I swallow, pressing my thighs together. There’s a needy tugging in my core, my nub rubbing with extra friction against my underwear. My entrance flutters as I move my gaze from his abs to a preview of his jawline.
“It’s… odd, right? Sending something like this so fast?”
“It’s better than an unsolicited dick pic,” Mara jokes.
“Ha, that’s what I said to him, too.”
“How doyoufeel about it?” she asks. “Forget about what you think youshouldfeel.”
I stare at his abs. At that chin I’ve seen in so many interviews. There are articles gushing about the dimple in his chin.
Mara, I think this is Jackson Cross.
But the words are insane just thinking them. Saying them would be next level.
“Hot,” I whisper.
I can hear Mara’s smile in her tone. She’s always encouraging me to date more, to put myself out there. My usual answer is that I use all my energy in my streams. By the time I’m done, I’m too exhausted to even think about real-life connections. But now, that feels like an excuse.
“Then message him back!” Mara says encouragingly. “But be careful! I’ve got to go, hon. Love you.”
“Love you,” I reply.
DakkyDuck: This could still be fake. It’s possible to fake anything these days.
TheRealCreator: I would never pretend to be someone I’m not. Especially not to trick a woman online. That’s just fucked. I never do anything like this.
