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“It’s better than hose-meister,” I told him, making him laugh.Fuck it.I was doing this. I typed out the message and sent it before I thought better of it.
Let me take you on a real date.
“That’s not even asking,” Elliot pointed out. “That’s just being bossy.”
“She likes me to be bossy.”And I adored that about her.
SPARK PLUG: As opposed to me stalking you around town? *insert dramatic sigh* I thought it was hot that I stalk you. It’s the foundation of our relationship.
“Oh, so she’s a walking red flag,” Elliot commented with that stupidly wide grin of his. I was never going to live this shit down. “Who knew you liked them crazy?”
“She’s not crazy,” I shot back. “She’s just passionate and a little aggressive. I like that about her.”
It is hot, spark plug. But where’s the romance?
SPARK PLUG: You haven’t even sent me a dick pic yet.
Is that what it’ll take for me to get you to go out with me? I’ll go take one right now, spark plug. Don’t tempt me. I know my good angles.
“How many dick pics do you have to send before you figure out your good angles?” Elliot slid down in his seat, laughing his ass off.
“To be fair, I was a nude model at an art college for a while.”Why the fuck was I telling him this shit?
“Let me draw you like one of my French boys, Rhett,” he mocked. I wanted to be mad, but I was laughing too hard for that.
SPARK PLUG: I’d have to rate it.
I’m not sure I want to know.
And especially in front of Elliot.
“Please, let her rate it,” he whispered all too eagerly. “I like this woman already.”
So did I.
SPARK PLUG: 10/10 would recommend taking this hot rod for a ride. Smooth and sexy with curves in all the right places. It’ll have you going places you never thought possible.
“Oh, good God!” Elliot exclaimed as I just stared at the response. Fuck, she never ceased to surprise me. He tipped back in his chair, laughing so hard that he didn’t make a sound. I’d never live this down. “Oh, hot rod. You have your hands full with this one.”
“You’re not calling me that,” I warned.
“Hot rod.”
“Cupcake.”
I think I’m speechless.
SPARK PLUG: To answer your question, I’d love to go on a real date with you, Rhett.
“See!” He smacked my thigh. “You’ve got a date, I’m moving to God knows where, we’ve got this.”
“Those are not the same thing,” I said. He just shrugged, and I shoved him off the chair. “Go get us more beer. We’re playing another round while I convince you of how stupid your plan is.”
Chapter 59
Rhett
Mysister,Sasha,andI didn’t chat much—not for a lack of wanting to. My sister chased her Indiana Jones inspired dreams of being an archaeologist. Her adventures were wild and full of all kinds of discoveries, but they also took her around the world. That meant we were rarely in the same time zone to make long conversations work. And most of the time, her satellite phone couldn’t keep a signal strong enough to make the call.
