Page 3 of The Chance
"That could happen to anyone."
"Maybe, but the whole lot would rain down on you. Hopefully you'll have better luck with Blake. He could be your BSE." She mouthed the letters like everyone knew the acronym stood for 'best sex ever'.
Linda had set me up on a blind date with her friend's brother, Blake. Did I want to be set up? – No. Did I like people sticking their nose into my nonexistent love life? – No. Did I go along with it to make life easier? – Yes.
It was more of a compromise to stop Linda from sending me uncensored pictures of said guy without his top on, and to keep her from talking insistently about him during every break. If she wasn't already dating Brody from the accounts department, I would swear she wanted to date Blake herself.
I reluctantly agreed to meet up with the guy who could apparently sweep me off my feet, as per Linda. The big date was happening this evening - the only problem was the pending text message to sort out meeting times. Blake was going to message me with a time and place, and I had no phone to reply. Maybe this was fate telling me that he was a muscle head chump with a weeny dick. Okay, I didn't really care if he was ripped, or if he was packing an elephant’s trunk because I wasn't interested in peeling off my panties for any random Blake, I mean bloke.
The desk phone rang, and I groaned at the sound. This was going to be the icing on the cake. Denzel was probably waiting in reception earlier than planned.
"Lexi Knight," I answered.
"Nice name." A gritty male voice reached down the phone line. "Is this the city girl who dropped her phone while herding cows?"
I gulped down a gust of air and hoped the hot guy on the other end hadn't heard my shock. "The same. Is this the farm hand who carried me like a Neanderthal to my car?" I whispered, huddling down close to my keyboard so no one heard me. As if they cared.
"The same. Hope you don't mind, but the constant ringing was pissing the cows off. I looked through your contacts to find a number. I thought 'shitty work' was probably the best place to start."
I giggled softly. The guy had a dry humour that tickled my insides. "Yeah, it’s the place that drains all my creativity."
A silence lasted two heart palpitations. "And you got a message from ‘ripped as fuck', who wants to meet you tonight at seven, outside Brontez." He paused. "What a dick."
My lips parted in surprise. "You don't even know him. Why do you think he's a dick?"
"He's not picking you up." His tone hardened like he was irritated.
"Maybe I don't want him anywhere near my house?"
"Why's that? Are you afraid Daddy won’t like ‘ripped as fuck’?" he teased with a deep chuckle.
"For the record, I didn't give him that name..." Why I felt the need to confirm that fact was beyond me.
"Hummm." His vocal chords vibrated in my ear like a sultry suggestion.
"It was my friend, Linda. She’s the one setting me up with him."
I held my breath, waiting in silence until he added, "I would call to your house and drive you there myself."
"Would you indeed? What if I didn't tell you where I lived?” Let’s face it, I would tell this guy the exact coordinates and even lead him there myself.
"I have your phone in my hand, which means I know your mum is called Betty and your boss is referred to as the ‘she bitch’. You’d tell me your address.”
My pulse stuttered, trying to keep up with my wild imagination. "Areyoua stalker, Mr. Cooper?" I quipped. He could stalk me any day or night, and I would happily give him a naughty private show to watch.
"No, city girl. I had to scroll through your contacts, so I could return your phone, that’s all.”
"Well... thanks for picking it up and calling me. I'll swing by after work to collect it, if that's okay?" My toes curled and I edged to the front of my seat, waiting.
"If I'm not at the house, you'll have to come out to the barn."
"No problem, Seb." I threaded my fingers through my hair nervously.
"I'll have it in my back pocket, keeping it safe."
Damn, I wish I was pressed against his ass cheek. "See you later."
"I hope so."
