Page 19 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
Why? You ruminating over the fire and wishing you could go back to prevent it?
No. I’m contemplating whether I should go back in time to see the dinosaurs or if it would be a more rewarding experience to discover how the pyramids were made.
Like this is an actual decision you need to make?
Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.
This exact scenario? No. Choose the dinosaurs. We already know how the pyramids were made—many years of slavery.
JORDAN HART
*Cough, cough* Aliens.
We’ve spoken about this before. Aliens don’t exist.
Let me have my fun. And yeah, I have been ruminating. This is my way of trying to distract myself.
Ok, how about this scenario: travel back in time to see Atlantis or to the 1600s when pirates and mermaids were a thing?
Delphine laughs, the sound catching me off guard because I don’t think I’ve ever heard her genuine laugh and the sound is so… beautiful and feminine. I glance out the window, finding her in the same position as before, lying in the splits and texting on her phone.
Fuck. What I would do to hear Jordan laugh. To know what she looks like. All I have is an image in my head based off the few descriptions she’s given me over the years. Long, black hair. Pale skin. Green eyes. Short and thin. Based on our conversations, I picture her as someone cute and girlish. Sweet.
I peer back at Delphine. Ironic, really. I’ve never thought about it till this moment, but I chose an escort who matches Jordan’s description. Except the cute and sweet part I’ve concocted in my mind. Delphine has bite and an aura of seduction.
This whole set up with Delphine feels a little strange when Jordan is the one I’m trying to pursue. I wouldn’t like it if Jordan was living with a male escort. I barely managed when she went on that date last night. Part of me wonders if I should tell Jordan about Delphine. But how do I explain the situation to her without sharing that I’m a high-profile businessman or that Delphine doesn’t mean anything to me?
JORDAN HART
I’m glad you’ve got the hang of this game. That’s a hard scenario to choose between. I’m going to say the 1600s because there’s nothing like a good pirate/mermaid romance.
I smile at her answer and send another scenario. That’s how the rest of my day proceeds. My workout gets placed on hold. Lunch goes uneaten. My plans of catching up with Amabella get canceled, all so I can text a girl I’ve never met, but who has me completely wrapped around her finger. I’ll do anything I can to help take her mind off her stresses.
Come late afternoon, I’ve lost track of time and realize I need to leave the penthouse within the next ten minutes if I want to catch my plane on time. I rush around my bedroom and gather all my belongings, then knock on Delphine’s bedroom to let her know I’m leaving New York.
She opens the door in a satin robe, holding her hand over the speaker of her phone. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Am I interrupting something?” I nod to her phone.
“Chatting with my friend.”
“I’ll make this quick. I’m leaving New York now. I just wanted to check that you’re all settled in.”
“Yeah, I am. I’ve barely had a chance to explore this place. I’ve been on the phone all day dealing with the fire.”
“Fire?”
“Oh, yeah. Um… it was actually a fire that destroyed my apartment. I wasn’t thinking straight when I rang you and asked for a place to stay. I had this idea in my mind that if I told you the truth, I would burst into tears. I didn’t want you to witness me crying, so I made up the lie about the flood.”
A… fire?
What are the chances of that? This is the second time I’m hearing about a fire in twenty-four hours. Not to mention, this girl has some serious issues with me that I’ve yet to get to the bottom of.
“Shit, Delphine. A fire is significantly worse than a flood. Now I understand why you were so upset last night.” I rake a hand through my hair, contemplating how to say this next part without sounding rude. “Ah… okay, look, I hate to bail on this conversation but I’m running late for my plane. Can we discuss this later?”
“There’s not much to discuss. See you in a few weeks.” She returns the phone to her ear and closes the door.
Well, I guess that’s settled.
