Page 34 of Sext Me, Baby
“You’re completely ignoring the ‘ends badly’ part.”
Will shrugs and gives me a wink. “I’m an optimist. Sue me.”
“It’s starting to feel like taking legal action is the only way I’ll be able to shake you.”
He flashes that devastatingly handsome smile and I think I might actually go weak in the knees despite my seated position. “You might be right. Now, back to the compatible parts.”
I expel a sigh of frustration. “I just mean the parts of a relationship that aren’t necessarily affected by an age difference.”
“Like sex.”
“Shh! Oh my God,” I whisper through nervous laughter as I turn my face toward the wall to avoid any looks he invited.
Will chuckles, too. “Take it easy, no one’s listening. Look,” he encourages. “Everyone’s wearing headphones around us.” I slowly peek through the curtain of my hair and breathe a sigh of relief to find not a single patron paying us any mind. “See, we’re totally in the clear.”
I do my best to glare at him, but I don’t think it comes off nearly as threatening as I intend because he’s grinning from ear to ear. “You’re lucky. How the hell did we end up talking about sex, anyway? You should get started on your homework.”
He shakes his head. “So many assumptions. I’m not in college, Sara.”
Shit, he’s right. Idokeep making assumptions about him. “Okay, then. So what is it you work on when you’re here?”
“There are lots of things I could be doing. Graphic design, for instance.”
“Oh, you’re a graphic designer? That’s cool.”
“No. I said Icouldbe a graphic designer. I could also be a website designer. Or a journalist, an online instructor, a software engineer…”
I arch a brow. “But you’re not any of those things either, are you?”
“Now you’re catching on.”
Rolling my eyes, I ask, “Are you going to actually tell me or just keep listing every remote career in existence for funsies?”
Will leans forward like he’s about to tell me a secret. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know if you agree to go to dinner with me.”
Mimicking his actions, I lean forward to give him my answer. “Then I guess you’ll just have to remain a mystery.”
“So stubborn,” he says with atskand sits back again. “That’s okay, I’m a patient man. I’ll give you time to think about it.”
Will winks at me and finally turns his focus to his laptop. Unsure whether or not I’m thankful for the reprieve, I do the same and attempt to concentrate on my editing project. Seconds later, my phone vibrates on the table. As soon as I see the contact name, I snatch it up with my only available hand.
Operator 69:
Hey, babygirl. Thinking about you…
Sara:
Hi! blushing smiley Thought you couldn’t text until tonight.
Operator 69:
Taking a quick break, couldn’t resist.
Still wearing your panties?
Blushing, I glance at Will to make sure he’s not watching me.
Sara:
