Page 67 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
“Was it that bad?”
“Worse,” I confirm. “He was a terrible student and barely tried. I’ve decided I’ll make the meals from now on, and he can take me out to dinner occasionally.” I grab my phone and shoot him a quick text.
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Me: Dinner still? Any ideas?
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Reid: I’m in the mood for pizza.
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Me: Sounds good. Where do you want to go?
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Reid: Lou’s or Pequod’s ... you pick.
Like there’s even a question of that. We both know who my favorite always has been and always will be.
Me: Is that even a choice?
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Reid: I wanted to see if now that I’ve injected you with my essence you’ve come to the right side of the debate.
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Oh my God. He’s insane. But I still have to laugh.
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Me: Your essence? Are you drunk?
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Reid: What one of these words would you prefer? Junk, spirit of Reid, cream of king, juice of the ginormous rod, sperm of sex god, or maybe just my king’s cum?
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Me: I have no words for you. I’ll meet you at Lou’s where I’m sure you’ll have come up with another hundred of these.
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Reid: I’d aim higher, sweetheart. I’ll see you around six.
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I sit back, looking at the phone and grinning. He’s such an idiot. A very lovable one that has turned my last two weeks upside down. Each time I think, okay, today he’s going to piss me off or be bored of me, he’s not. We click, just like we always have, but now we click in the bedroom too.
“We’re going to get pizza at Lou Malnati’s,” I tell my sister. My stomach does somersaults thinking about spending the whole evening with him. We’ve both been so busy the last few weeks, we haven’t had any real time together in days.
The last week has been especially, insanely, stressful. Reid is closing the deal on a new account at work and hasn’t been leaving the office until about ten at night. Mom is working on a plan to assign the business over to my sister and me, and keeps us both here late.
While I would love to have full ownership, I have to admit that Aspen is a great addition. She’s a lunatic, but has a knack for matchmaking that I can’t deny.
“Can I come?” she asks.
