Releasing February 18, 2020
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We sit in silence while he continues to eat his apple. I grow more and more annoyed with his cavalier attitude about dating me. I told myself that when I got involved with someone, I would be that person’s number one. It’s probably because I witnessed my brothers fall down on the sword of love. They’d do just about anything for the women in their life. This half-assed approach of Ethan’s isn’t working for me.
The sound of his feet landing on the ground alerts me that he’s probably leaving. I refuse to turn around. At this point I’m embarrassing myself by openly throwing myself at him.
His fingers slide into my field of vision, pushing a piece of paper across my desk. I keep my eyes on my computer screen.
“I’ll check back in a little bit, but don’t sweat it. Everyone gets a pass on their first article.”
A strangling sound echoes out of me. He finally leaves my cubicle, allowing me to breathe.
I pick up the piece of paper to find a scrawl of male handwriting on the note.
Come to my house so I can cook a hot meal for you.
726 Copperton, Apt 3D
I slowly fold the piece of paper back into a rectangle and tap it on my desk.
Two voices battle inside my head. Or more like my libido and my ‘I am woman hear me roar’ voice. My libido says this is it—dinner at his apartment means sex will happen. The ‘I am woman’ voice says that he should be wining and dining me. He should have followed up with me days earlier, not the day of.
My phone dings a second later.
Does he know he’s doing wrong expecting me to come?
Another ding sounds and I quickly silence my phone.
Unknown: Do you want me to beg? Because I will.
Then a whole slew of messages come through.
Unknown Caller: I promise the dessert alone will be worth it.
Unknown Caller: That’s not some sleazy come on either. By dessert I mean a chocolate ganache pie.
Unknown Caller: No expectations. I’ll walk you home after dinner.
Unknown Caller: I just want some time alone with you. No distractions. Just you and me.
I finally decide to respond.
Me: Yes. I’ll come, but that ganache better be worth it.
His chuckle echoes over the partition between our cubicles.
“It will be,” he says and I place my phone down.