Professional interest. Can't have my potential investment freezing to death before I see those raw numbers.
Me
Just the numbers you're interested in seeing?
I hold my breath after hitting send, wondering if I've pushed too far. The typing bubbles appear and disappear several times.
Zane
Careful, troublemaker. Some questions are better asked in person.
"Oh my God," I whisper to my empty bedroom, hugging my phone to my chest like a teenager. I'm about to respond when another text comes through.
Zane
Wear your hair up tomorrow. I like seeing your neck when you're talking numbers.
Heat floods my body. Two can play at this game.
Me
Noted. Anything else you'd like to see?
Zane
Many things. None of them appropriate for text.
Me
Since when are you appropriate?
Zane
Since I'm trying very hard not to drive over there right now.
My hands actually shake as I type.
Me
What's stopping you?
The response takes longer this time.
Zane
The knowledge that once I start, I won't be able to stop. And you deserve better than a late-night impulse.
Me
What if I don't want better? What if I just want you?
Zane
Jesus, Tessa. You can't say things like that to me.
Me
Why not?