Page 31 of Our Little Cliche
What if he finds out that I have the hots for him?
What if he tries to make a move on me for real?
I sigh, pushing aside the thoughts in my once again overthinking brain. I consider myself a professional woman, Iwon’tlet him and his… drop dead gorgeous face interfere with my work. At least his text was less forward this time.
Tread lightly, Holly.
Me:
No wukkas.
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
First an Uroo, now a wukkas. What is a wukkas?
Me:
Lol. It’s Aussie slang for no worries.
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
I see. Should I be concerned by these… peculiar choices of words, Miss Cate?
Me:
Oh definitely.
This isn’t treading lightly.
Me:
But, for my own curiosity, why would you be?
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
You Aussies are strange creatures. Who knows what you’re up to. I heard you guys even ride kangaroos to work. You never know, I might be in danger.
Me:
It’s a possibility.
I snark at my own comment, then see the car pull up out the front so I put on the fluffy coat that Cyrus bought me, and my beanie, locking the front door behind me. My skin flares with goosebumps from the frosty air as I carefully place my feet onthe snow. This time I’m not going to slip on the ice, I’ve at least nailed that science to a t.
“Thank you,” I say to the driver as he takes off. My phone buzzes again.
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
Hmm, I rest my case. Sorry to tell you, we don’t have roos here. But we do have reindeers, that’s pretty close. I could find one in town for you to hitch a ride, it’d probably be more reliable than me.
Ah, yes, his terrible driving. Let’s never discuss that again. I think even a newborn infant could drive better. I start typing my reply, giggling like I’m some school girl, and my thoughts drifting from me: A kangaroo or reindeer might be an impractical mode of transport… but I’d rather ride you, then you can take me in my sleep?—
DELETE, DELETE, DELETE!
Nope. Wrong move. Code red.
CODE RED HOLLY!
Great, now I’m burning up, aroused and flustered… again! Not an ideal start to mynon-date, date. I rewrite my text, going once more with the friend zone approach, not really knowing if it’s for his benefit or mine now.
