Page 26 of The Emerson Effect

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She thinks my words were part of our act. Good.

Me:*takes a bow*

Daisy:Don’t get too cocky, now. You’ve got a long way to go.

Me:By all means, teach me, oh wise one.

Daisy:I think I prefer the title of “Mistress.”

Me:Kinky. I like it.

Daisy:God, I was kidding, pervert.

Me:Yes, Mistress.

Daisy:Stop.

Me:Of course, Mistress.

Daisy:Oh, my God.

Me:Okay, okay. I’m done. I promise.

Daisy:I like your eyes. They’re so beautiful.

My body reacts again, and this time there’s no stopping it. All jokes fly from my head as I slowly type out a reply. Atrueone.

Me:I like your eyes, too. The color reminds me of the blueish green waters off the coast of Turks & Caicos.

There’s another pause after I send that, and I pray I haven’t taken it too far. If she sees the truth in my “flirting,” she may get spooked and call this whole thing off. I breathe a sigh of relief when her reply finally comes through.

Daisy:You’ve been to Turks & Caicos?

Yes. This is much safer.

Me:I used to work in marketing, and the company sent us there for a retreat a few years ago. It was a week full of silly team-bonding exercises, but the view was spectacular.

Daisy:I’m so jealous! I’ve always wanted to go there.

Me:Maybe we’ll go together one day.

Daisy:Maybe…

Daisy:So, what happened with the marketing job?

Me:I got laid off. My videos started taking off around that time, and I was able to do something fun for a living. I just kind of rolled with it.

Daisy:You mean marketing isn’t fun?

Me:Yeah, no. Not so much.

Daisy:Well, I’m glad you found something you enjoy.

Me:Same to you. And that’s why we’re doing this, right? To ensure we can both keep doing what we love?

It’s a reminder for me, not her. But she doesn’t need to know that.

Daisy:Of course. Back to flirting practice.

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