Page 27 of What If I Knew You

CHAPTER SIX

CORRI

“Oh my God!”

“What? What’s going on? Was it the guy? The mystery man?” Layken asks, perplexed with my shocked expression.

As I’m staring at my phone with my jaw hanging open, all I can do is nod.

“Well, what’s he saying? Wait, don’t tell me.” She palms her forehead. “Did he send you a dick pic?”

“No but…he asked if sex lessons are a thing.”

She spits her water all over herself and blurts, “He…what?”

“That’s what he said,” I tell her, gesturing to my phone. “It says, ‘I think I need sex lessons. Is that a thing?’”

“Oh, my God!” She laughs. “Do you think he’s being serious?”

“How the hell should I know?” I blurt. “I barely know the guy! What the hell am I supposed to say?”

“What do you want to say?”

“I don’t know! What do you say to someone who has been texting you for days but all you know about him is his name, his taste in food, his sexual experience, or lack thereof, and that he thinks he needs sex lessons?”

Layken laughs out loud. “Fuck, this is too good. Gimme that phone.” She doesn’t give me the chance to deny her before she snatches my phone from my hands and reads several of our last texts.

“Aww, Corri. This guy sounds…relatively nice.”

“Right? He doesn’t come off as a weirdo or a perv or anything like that.”

“Agreed.” She glances between my phone and me and then finally smirks. “What if he’s like a beast in the sheets but he doesn’t know it?”

I scrunch my face. “What if he’s some homeless man with a dad bod and a plumber’s crack?”

“Hey, don’t knock the dad bods of the world. Those bodies hold some of the world’s biggest hearts.”

I raise my hands in front of me. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have generalized.”

“Plus, he says in his text that he’s physically fit.”

“Yeah but you can’t believe everything. Until I see him for real I?—”

“Yes! Great idea!” The smile that crosses her face as her thumbs speed across my phone screen is alarming.

“Whaaaaat are you doing?”

“Sending him a reply.”

“But what are you saying?”

“I think it’s time for you to meet this mystery man.”

“WHAT? Are you CRAZY?”

She hands my phone, proud of herself as she smiles at me. “Corri, in case you have forgotten, I write spicy romance books when I’m not at my day job so yes, I’m just crazy enough to want you to meet this guy because who the hell knows?” She shrugs. “He could be the love of your life!”

“Oh please, that’s cr?—”

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