Page 49 of Give Me a Chance
Me:
Pfft! I’m sure my mom makes them better.
Matt:
I don’t know. I’d have to try them.
Me:
Or I could try yours and make an objective decision.
Matt:
It can be arranged.
I know he’s talking about the gnocchi—most likely. Probably. But my core still tingles with the dirty innuendo. I don’t care to delve deeper into why a world-class sexter is flushing over a couple of double-entendre texts. Taking a deep breath, I decide to take a risk and double-down on the flirting.
Me:
Really? And when could it be arranged?
Matt:
Oh, I have hockey practice, so I wouldn’t have time to get groceries and make them today, but maybe tomorrow?
Yes! He started rambling, probably nervous. He’s cute when he’s nervous. And I prefer being in the driving seat.
Me:
I’m not talking about the gnocchi.
Though, I would gladly try those, too.
Looking up, I see him glancing around, checking if anyone’s looking at him. Our eyes connect, and I give him a flirty smirk.That’s more like it, Nat!
Matt:
I didn’t want to presume. I have some time before the practice, I guess.
Me:
Deal.
I don’t tell him anything else. He’ll know when it’s time to know. It’s about time I’ve managed to tip the scales and make him as flustered as he makes me.
I’m not my most productive self today but taking in consideration how hot and bothered I am, I’d say I did a pretty good job. Respecting Anne’s pleas, I shoot him another text before I get up and leave the office.
Me:
Follow me.
I’m drunk on power as I sense him hurrying to get his shit together, only to exit twenty seconds after me. My head nods in the direction of his car as I enter mine, and luckily, he gets the message.
The drive to my place is an exercise of patience. I see him following me in my rearview mirror, and anticipation tingles deep inside of me.
We’ve had sex a few times before but never premeditated and never in a bed. These new circumstances could either make for another off the charts experience, or a complete disaster.
Somehow, I’m doubting the latter.
