Page 34 of Just for Fun
She doesn’t give me a chance to say anything more before taking off, leaving me staring after her in the parking lot at the restaurant. I look at what she put in my hand, a grin splitting my face when I see it’s a business card with all her contact information.
“Oh, I’m so gonna call, babe.”
ELEVEN
Zara
I literally haveno friends to call and discuss tonight’s happenings. Meanwhile, I am about to have a heart attack as I go over everything that went on with Kyle.
First, we had a very enjoyable dinner. He seemed normal, albeit a bit of a bum. I didn’t get to ask him what he does for a living, but based on the things he shared with me over our meal, I came to the conclusion that ambition is not his number one trait.
I can’t say that I am actually bothered by that considering I only have to see him a handful of times. Besides, it’s not like my brother and his friends are going to grill him over what his occupation is or why he doesn’t want more out of life. They won’t care because this is only a dare.
I do however care about them believing I scored this date with Kyle on my own and not through some random fake dating site. It gives me the chills just thinking that I did such a thing.Never in a million years did I think that I’d ever get on dating site.
Fakedating site, Zara, I remind myself. It’s all fake.
I think about all this through my entire nightly routine of brushing my teeth, scrubbing my face clean and running a brush through my hair. I already took a shower as soon as I got home, foregoing washing my hair because I have a schedule for that, and tonight wasn’t a hair washing night.
After putting my flannel pajamas on, I walk back to the living room to make sure I plugged in my cell phone. I always make sure it’s actually charging because I find the cords to be unreliable. Just because you plug it in, it doesn’t automatically guarantee charging.
Just as I pick it up to check on the battery status, it starts ringing in my hand. I am so startled by the sound that I drop it on the couch. Since it landed face up, I can see the number on the screen, which I do not recognize. It must be a robo-call, but then again, they never call this late at night.
I take a deep breath in, then let it out, bracing myself for impact. With trembling fingers, I pick up the phone and slide the bar over so I can answer the call.
“Hello?” I don’t sound confident at all.
“Zara,” a much stronger voice greets me. “This is Kyle. From earlier,” he explains when I don’t react. And like I wouldn’t know which Kyle it is. Like I know that many Kyles.
“Yes, how can I help you?”
I literally cringe at hearing my own voice. I sound bitchy and all hoity toity, as my mother would say. Fortunately, Kyle doesn’t seem to take it personally.
“Well, you said I could call you to further discuss our arrangement.”
“Yes…”
“So I’m calling,” he says in a very cheery tone.
This is throwing me for a loop. “I-I meant to call me sometime next week, maybe. Or, or…”
“I thought tonight would be good because all the information from earlier is still fresh in our minds,” he says.
“Oh, well…” I huff and look around in confusion. “Fresh is good.”
I want to slap myself for that line. He’s going to think I am stupid. Then again, I already gave him that impression when I froze with my tongue out earlier when we were kissing. So, we should be good on that front.
“Did you want to talk about anything specifically?”
“Yes,” comes his quick response. “And if you open the door, we can discuss it face to face.”
With the phone still glued to my ear, I turn around, expecting to see Kyle standing in my living room.
“What door?” I whisper, worried that someone outside will actually hear me.
“Your front door,” Kyle explains. “Unless there’s another Zara Bray attached to this address, which would make things uncomfortable if I am standing in front of someone else’s door right now.”
“You are at my front door?” I squeak. “Right now?”
