Page 77 of My Undead Heart
“How exactly do we know this?”
“Come on, really?”
“You haven’t tried to make it work. Not since college and you-know-who.”
“Which is exactly why I’m not cut out for anything more than fun.”
“If you say so, sure. There’s nothing wrong with that. Why can’t you keep things casual? If the sex is good, I don’t know why you wouldn’t. I mean, I don’t personally understand why he’s attracted to your pussy or your stunning personality, but it was bound to happen sometime.”
“What can I get you today?” The barista smiles as though Jared didn’t just reference his distaste for my pussy. It’s enough to pull a smile from my lips. We place our orders and wait off to the side while they whip up their magic. I try to take it all in: Jared’s advice—if you can even call it that, and my growing affection for Matt.
I’m still unsure of my next move but I am having fun with Matt, both in and out of the bedroom. Maybe I should finish the bet and see where it leads. I’ll probably be as tired of him as he is of me by then and we can both part ways. I should finish his website soon, though. Because this thing between us has an expiration date and I will fulfill my end of the deal before it does.
“Can I just say one more thing?” Jared asks right before our names are called. We gather our drinks and start our trek back to the office.
“Sure. What other parting advice do you have for me, sensei?”
“I’d like to point out that I was right.” He winks, his smug smile growing wide. “I predicted less than three weeks ’til you rode the Matt-a-nator, and damn, girl, have you ever!”
“You’re the worst best friend ever,” I mutter, which only makes him laugh.
“Don’t be salty, Mia. I’d buy more than the day pass to that ride, too.”
I shake my head and swallow another gulp of coffee. “Oh, God!”
“Tell me, does he offer a frequent visitor incentive program? Extra perks and bonuses?”
“If he did, I’d have already filled my punch card.” I roll my eyes and Jared nudges my arm.
“Atta girl. Enjoy this, Mia. You deserve to be happy.”
Does Matt make me happy?
That’s the question I try not ponder for the rest of my workday.
