Page 8 of Good Vibes Only
Andboy,did she ever. But more on that later.
“I miss you!”she wrote in her text. “We need to hang out! Got plans tomorrow night? I’m going to a hockey party with the boys. Would you like to join us?”
I didn’thave plans, thanks to the fact that all my workshops had been canceled. I wasn’t happy about it … but at least now I wouldn’t have to sit at home moping about it all night.
“Sure, I’d love that,” I wrote back.
“Awesome! Can’t wait!”
Just as I read that last text, Raven tapped at my door. “McKayla, how do you feel about short guys?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“That’s random.” I stifled a laugh. “How do I feel about short guys. Let’s see.” I swiveled around in my office chair and stroked my chin. “Well, first of all, I wish they were taller.”
We shared a devious laugh together.
Truth is, no, I’m not exactly tall myself. I’m only five-three. But I’m attracted to tall men, and tall men don’t mind me being short, so why should I settle for a short guy? I learnedlongago the folly of sacrificing my wants and needs from a man—because when it came down to it, I was always the one making concessions in relationships, whereas the men I dated refused to compromise on anything—evenstandardthings like, y’know, “let’s not sleep with other people because we’re exclusive.” So screw it. No more settling for less. I’m just waiting for Mr. Perfect who ticks off all the boxes: tall, hot, muscly, successful, and has his own life and friends. And if that never happens? Oh well! Guess I’ll end up alone, free to do whatever I want for the rest of my life. Really doesn’t sound all that bad when you think about it, no?
“Same,” Raven said. “It’s always such a bummer when you match with a hot guy on Tinder, and the texting is good and you’re vibing and everything, and then you finally meet andwomp womp,he’s short.”
“That’s why you always ask how tall they are beforeyou agree to meet,” I said. “If he’s not at least six feet tall, I unmatch.”
“Oh, I’m one step ahead of you,” Raven said. “My bio says, ‘5’11 and under, swipe left. Must be 6’0 or taller to get on this ride.’That weeds out ninety percent of the short guys.”
“That’s a good one. I might steal it.” I giggled. “But why are you asking about short guys, anyway?”
“Right. Almost forgot.” Raven gestured towards the sales floor. “So this guy walked in a moment ago and asked for the owner.”
“What does he want?”
“He didn’t say.”
“But he’s short, I take it?”
She nodded. “And it’s too bad, because he’s super jacked and mega cute. I’d even call him hot, but y’know, the short thing.”
“How short is he?”
“I’malmost as tall as he is. And I’m five-seven.”
“Okay, now I’m curious,” I said with a grin. I gave a shove and my chair rolled away from the desk. Raven followed me out of the office and into the shop.
I spotted him browsing the men’s section, his back turned to me. Raven was right—he was a few inches shy of our six-foot cut-off—but it was the strangest thing, because something about his aura gave off tall vibes. I can’t believe I’m about to say these words, but this guy actually looked classy as he perused our selection of masturbators, one handing hanging his sport jacket fashionably over the shoulder.
He can definitely dress, though,I thought as I walked across the shop to greet him. I loved a man in a suit—especially an expensive slim fit that actually, well,fit. And his tailored trousers were absolutelypastedto his thick and muscular legs.
And he definitely works out,I thought, my eyes lingering on the most perfectly pert butt I’deverlaid my eyes on. Seriously, that thing jutted out so far, it’s like itwantedto be spanked.
For the first time ever, I was actually thankful for the construction noise—because our Short King hadn’t heard me approach, and I happily took advantage. I wanted another moment or two so I could really, y’know, appreciate the beauty of the male buttocks.
After I finished checking him out—okay fine,I wasn’t finished, but if I stared any longer, this might’ve gotten creepy—I cleared my throat and cheerily said, “Hi!”
He turned around and stole my breath.
“Hey,” he said, his voice deep but smooth like honey.
Raven had told me he was cute. But all I could wonder was why Raven hadn’t warned me that he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen in her entire life?! Yeah, he was a few inches short of six feet. But with a strong chin and a rugged jawline like that, whocares?He looked like he could be a movie star. Besides, he was still tall enough that I had to look up at him.
“H-hi,” I stammered like a hopelessly tongue-tied schoolgirl. “Can I help you?”
