Page 53 of Quarantined with the Billionaire

Chapter Fifteen

“So what has you so excited, Elise?”

Just hearing my friend’s voice over the phone put me at ease. I would never again underestimate the importance of seeing a friend on a regular basis. Maybe Elise was my rock. I felt more sane just hearing her lovely voice.

“Did I tell you about Jack?”

“I don’t know. Did you?”

“Well…you know I’ve been trying to meet guys through a dating app.”

“Yeah.”

“And you knew about the guy I wanted to have dinner with.”

“Yes.”

“Well, Jack and I started talking over a week ago. Like two or three hours a day. Texting, talking, FaceTime, you name it. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone more compatible with me. Other than you, of course, but—”

“I hear ya. But you know the true test will be meeting in person.”

“Um, yeah. About that.”

“So you did?”

“Yeah. In fact, he just went back to his apartment a while ago.”

“I thought you were just going to have dinner. Aren’t you afraid of exposure?”

“Come on, Bailey. I’m exposed to it every time I go to the store. And I can’t stand it anymore. Not seeing people was driving me crazy. But having Jack here—it helped somehow. Even not knowing each other as well.”

I could relate to being around a person and, in all fairness, I’d had lots more in person human contact over the past week than Elise had.

Not including last night.

“When I suggested dating in person, he loved the idea. He’s working from home, too. He does some kind of computer programming for a bank that’s completing some sort of merger. So he said he’s not in jeopardy of losing his job anytime soon.”

“That’s good.”

“That’s great, because I think he makes a lot of money. But I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s not like we’re planning a wedding or anything.”

Lowering my voice as if she and I were chatting in the breakroom back at work, I said, “So what’s he like in bed?”

“Bailey Bernard! We’ve only just had our first date.”

“And?”

“And I’m serious. He slept on the couch and I slept in my bedroom. That’s not to say we didn’t engage in a lot of kissing and stuff, but still...”

“Fair enough.”

“You know I still have the three-date rule.”

And I, of course, was a slut.

“So stop worrying. It makes you look older. Anyway…what’s up with you and the big boss anyway? You said you’re staying there now? And how’s that working out?”

“It’s okay, I guess.”

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