Page 29 of Blind Date
“You made Page Six. He’s so hot!” She handed me her phone.
I stared at the picture of Wes and me and read the article.
“Ugh. My students are going to have a field day with this tomorrow.”
“Oh no,” she said. “My friends must have seen it. They’re blowing up my phone.” She turned and went back to her room.
There was a knock at the door. Getting up from the couch, I opened it and saw Greta standing there holding up her phone with a wide grin.
“Page Six, eh?” She stepped inside. “You’re like a celebrity now.”
“Stop it. I am not.”
“Spill the tea. I want every last detail.” She set her purse down.
“Oh, you want some tea? What kind? Chamomile, mint, ginger, green?”
“You know exactly what tea I’m talking about.”
“Oh, hey, Auntie Greta.” Zoey emerged from her room and kissed her cheek. “Did she tell you that she slept with him?”
“WHAT?!!” Greta’s eyes widened as she stared at me.
“Really, Zoey?” I cocked my head.
“You would have told her anyway.” She grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the counter and went back to her room.
“You slept with him? Where?”
“His brownstone.”
“And what on earth possessed you to do that?”
“Look at him. Plus, my pheromones were all over the place with that damn cologne he wears.”
“I am so happy for you.” She giggled. “So, when are you seeing him again?”
“Probably never. I have a feeling last night was a one-time thing.”
“Maybe not.” She smiled.
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” I sighed.
She sat there and narrowed her eyes at me. “Have you—have you fallen for him after one date?”
“No! God, no. I don’t even know him.”
“You know him sexually.” She grinned. “Sometimes that’s all that matters.”
“Stop it! And don’t talk like that with Zoey around.”
“Pfft.” She waved her hand in front of her face. “She’s in her room, and I’m positive she has her AirPods in and music blasting.”
“What am I going to do about the article in Page Six? I’m sure more than half my students saw it.”
“You’re going to do nothing. You tell the students it was for the school, and you had a nice time on your date. End of story. Did Mr. Castile get your phone number by chance?” Her brows wiggled.
“No. He didn’t ask for it, and I’m torn. A part of me is happy he didn’t, and the other part is like what the fuck.”
