Page 80 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"Girl, you're glowing," Zara says. "You look really happy."

"I mean, surprisingly, even though he annoys me and we banter and go back and forth a lot, he's fun. And maybe it's just because he's really good looking, but he makes me laugh, and I don't know, I just enjoy being around him."

"So why don't you text him and ask him if he wants to come over tonight?"

"What? I can't do that."

"Sure you can. And his response will tell you how you should feel."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if he says what time, you know he's totally into you."

"Yeah, that's true."

"And wouldn't you like to see him tonight?"

"I mean, if I'm being honest, yeah, but…"

"But what?"

"I don't want to seem too eager."

"Girl, don't play those games. Those games are from the seventies."

"Fine. I mean, I can text him. What should I say?"

"Just be like, 'Hey, what you up to? Want to come over tonight?'"

"Okay, should I do it now?" I look at her and she nods.

"Sure."

I grab my phone and quickly text Max. "Hey, hope your day went well. Do you want to come over this evening?" I hit send and the bubbles showing me that he's typing pop up almost immediately, sending my heartrate into a gallop. "Oh my God, he's responding already," I say. "I can't look." I grab my margarita and take a long gulp. "If he says he's coming over, I am going to need a couple more drinks because?—"

"No, you're not," Zara says. "So what did he say?"

I look back down at my phone. There's no response and the bubbles have stopped. "He didn't send anything," I say. "I saw him typing and I guess he's second guessing what he was going to say." My heart deflates. "Oh my gosh, now I feel absolutely embarrassed."

"Girl, you shouldn't. You have nothing to feel embarrassed about. If you want to see him, you want to see him."

"I should have waited for him to message me. I should have waited for—" My phone pings and Zara's eyes light up.

"I bet you it's him."

"Let me see," I say as I eagerly open the message. "Hey, thanks for the invite. I can't tonight. Sorry. See you tomorrow." I stare at Zara. "Well, I guess I have my answer."

"That's not so bad. It sounds like he's busy. Plus, if he really wanted you to quit or he wasn't interested, he wouldn't have said he’d see you tomorrow."

"You think so?" I ask, shaking my head. I let out a long, deep sigh. "Oh my gosh, how am I in this position? How am I in this position, Zara? I just don't even understand it. My brain can only think about this man and what happened between us. He's most probably not even thinking about me at all."

"I very much doubt he's not thinking about you at all." She leans forward. "The man's cock was inside of you all of last night, that sounds like he likes me to you."

"Or he's just a weirdo."

She giggles. "I don't think so. I mean, you haven't noticed baggies of people's skin or hair follicles, have you?"

"What?"

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