Page 50 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"I love Crab Rangoon," I say. "Anything else?"

"Ooh. How's about General Tso's chicken?" My lips tremble slightly.

"What?" I say as she pinches me in the shoulder. "You gave me a look."

"What look did I give you?"

"Like I was a basic bitch ordering the most basic food ever."

"I would never give you such a look, darling. Anything else?"

"Yeah, vegetable, Lo Mein, vegetable fried rice, maybe some egg rolls, pork and vegetables."

My eyes widen as she continues. "So you weren't joking about being hungry."

"I do not joke about food. If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that." She giggles. "I can eat."

"I'm glad," I say. "I can eat as well. And I like hanging out with women that don't make me feel like pigs."

"You're going to think I am a pig by the time we're done." She laughs and the sound reminds me slightly of a piglet, but I don't say anything as I'm not sure if she will consider that a compliment. Even though I think the sound is endearing.

"And feel free to add anything else that you want."

"Ooh," she says quickly, "if they have any egg tough custards, tarts, or anything like that, or fried dough, like doughnuts."

"Oh, I've never even heard of such a thing."

"Sometimes some Chinese restaurants have it for dessert." She says. "I love sweet stuff, but if they don't, it's fine."

"I can order from somewhere else as well if you want. We could get some cupcakes or ..."

"No, then you'd have to pay two delivery fees and I don't want you wasting your money."

"I think I've got an extra couple of bucks I can spare to get you something sweet."

"Okay, well if you don't mind."

"Sarah, I offered. Trust me, I don't mind."

"Then salted caramel cheesecake." She licks her lips.

"Oh my gosh, I love salted caramel cheesecake. Coming up. I'll find a place."

"Okay, go in the shower now." I tap her bare ass and she giggles as she walks into the bathroom. I walk into the corridor and head towards the kitchen. I'm smiling as I grab some plates and put them on the counter in preparation for when our food arrives. I decide to head over to my iPad that's connected to the speakers in the living room and search for Noah Kahan on YouTube so I can listen to one of his songs. Immediately he pops up and I stare at him. "So you're the guy that's got Sarah in a tingle," I mutter out loud as I press play on the first song that pops up in the list. My speakers click into action and I hear the strumming of a guitar before he starts singing, "Love Vermont," he says, And continues crooning." I blink as he continues singing. He does have a nice voice. I can see why she likes him.

I wonder if she wishes she could sing with him. The thought annoys me slightly, but I dismiss the twitch in my heart. I can see why she might want to perform with him. They would have an amazing duet if they were ever to link up. They have a very similar vibe and sound going, and I know that if they were to produce something, it would be even more magical.

I take a seat on the couch and look out at the skyline of the city. The sky is dark now but the city is filled with twinkling lights. There are people in their living rooms and kitchens puttering around their houses. My phone rings and I answer it. It's Jackson.

"Hey, what's up?" I say as if I haven’t just spoken to him a few hours ago. There's a happy tone to my voice and I wonder if he notices.

"Yo Ethan, what are you doing for dinner, man?"

"Chinese, I think. Why?"

"Cool. Shall I meet you there? Which restaurant?"

"Oh no, I am getting a delivery." I hope he doesn’t ask too many questions.

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