Page 25 of What If I Knew You

“What do you mean?” Harrison asks.

“I mean she texted me a while back but she was texting someone else. I was the wrong number but I was just messing around and texted her back.”

Harrison’s brows pinch. “Weird. Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know. I was bored? It was just this innocent conversation about spaghetti. It was stupid but then she texted me a day or two later with a picture of her dinner just as a funny add-on to our conversation and we’ve kind of been texting here and there ever since.”

“But you’ve never met her?”

I shake my head. “Nope. All I know about her is that she’s single and she knows I’m a virgin.”

Griffin’s eyes bulge again. “You TOLD her?”

“Yeah, why not? She has no idea who I am.”

“You didn’t give her your name?”

“Hell no. I’m a virgin, Griffin. Not an idiot.”

Harrison asks quietly, “So, do you think she would go for the idea?”

I rub the back of my neck. “Ugh, I have no idea. And how would I ever bring that up?”

“Is she a virgin too? Because if she is, you guys could both work together.”

I pause, trying to recall if she ever mentioned her sexual experience to me. “You know what? I don’t think I know the answer to that.”

“Well, maybe you need to find out. That might not be a terrible place to start.”

“Yeah.” I nod slowly. “I suppose maybe you’re right.”

“Okay well, good luck with that,” Griffin says, eyeing a group of ladies giving him googly eyes. “I’ve got to go.”

“Where are you going?” I ask as he lays a couple twenties on the bar and taps them with his hand.

He gestures to the ladies with the lift of his brows and murmurs, “At least three of those ladies over there are going to offer to suck my dick tonight.” He smiles. “Who would I be to say no to that?”

“Me,” I murmur as he walks away. “You would be me.”

“Aw come on, Pickle Pants.” Harrison caps my shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Why aren’t you over there picking up a woman for the night? Don’t let me keep you from them.”

He lifts his shoulder. “Nah. I’m not feeling it tonight. And this isn’t my scene.”

“No?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “I’m a relationship guy. Not a one-night stand kind of man.”

“That’s…admirable.”

“Patience comes with age, Roche.” He lifts his glass and clinks it with mine and then tosses money onto the bar making sure the bartender sees it. “When the right woman shows up in my life, I’ll know it. And you will too. I promise.”

“Thanks, Harrison.”

“No problem. Have a good night, Bodhi.”

“Yeah. You too.”

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