Page 58 of Catfish

Chase: Yeah…but, you did mention wanting to really hear my voice soooo….

Me: Now I see why you’re a lawyer.

Chase: More cookies for you then?

Me: No, I want something better.

Chase: What could be better than that?

Yes, Reagan, what could be better than that?

I smile from ear to ear. My devious, dirty-ass mind has one thing in it that immediately comes to light—extremely inappropriate but exceedingly satisfying.

I inwardly shrug, what the hell. It’s not like we see each other on a daily basis or anytime in the near future.

Me: A dick pic.

“These are for you ladies,” the burly-looking bartender quips, sliding over two martinis to Sadie and me.

“Who are these from?” she asks, eyes gleaming with amusement. I glance around the bar, my gaze falling on two young men wearing dress shirts rolled up to their elbows and sending smirks our way.

The dark-haired man doesn’t break his gaze from mine, raising his glass in a silent salute.

“Two guys down the bar,” the bartender replies before making his way to his other waiting customers.

Sadie tries to send a careless look over to our new fan club, but they are both waiting on it. Waiting to bait and hook us into going home with them.

“They’re cute,” my cousin coos, twirling her drink with her small straw. I bite my tongue to keep the words I want to say from leaving my lips.

They want to fuck us—probably together.

“They wasted their money,” I settle on.

Sadie peers over at me. “Why?”

“Because we’re not going home with them.” She jerks her head back in their direction.

“Would they try and do that? I mean, I thought it was a nice gesture.”

I chuckle softly. “We’re at a bar, Nugget.”

“People meet at bars and get married.”

Patting her shoulder gently, I say, “Sure they do.”

“They do.”

“Mhm.”

“Rea,” Sadie scolds. “Don’t be so—”

“Cynical?”

A frown appears on her face. “No.”

Chase: As much and as fun as it’s been talking to you, Sox—You’re a great girl, just not something I need right now.

Chase: I don’t want to use the “it’s not you, it’s me” line, but it’s true. I don’t want to keep feeding you a line of bullshit to let you go later.

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