Wyatt: Whenever it’s convenient for you. Name the day. I’m at your disposal.
I grinned like an idiot.
Me: At my disposal? Sounds like a sexual proposition.
Wyatt: I promised to be a gentleman, but I’m more than pleased to drop the pretense…playing the good guy truly is boring.
Wyatt was all bad. He was only twenty-three, but the man had already garnered a notorious reputation. Some even said he’d turn out like his father. Hopefully, he wouldn’t go that far. Hank Rinaldi was…well, a known philanderer all throughout his marriage.
I had to take all those into account, but I decided I would make a decision after my second date with him. It’d be detrimental if I wanted to pursue this route with him.
Me: Friday night. Pick me up at seven.
Wyatt: A.m. or p.m.? Say a.m. please.
Me: Seven in the evening. Don’t be late.
Wyatt: Never with you, beautiful.
Me: Until then.
Wyatt: Until then…you’ll remain in my thoughts.
Wyatt…He sure wasn’t one to hold himself back. Nope, never him.
Me: You’re crazy.
Wyatt: Always been crazy about you. Everyone knows it, too.
Damn him, but I couldn’t stop beaming like an idiot.
Me: Blair’s going to kill me. We’re going on a friendly date…Nothing else is going on.
Wyatt: Like I said, I’m good playing pretend. I don’t mind playing that with you, either.
Me: Wyatt!!!
Wyatt: Yes, Gi?
Me: You’re hopeless. What am I going to do with you?
Wyatt: Don’t ask me…I can tell you countless things, but I doubt you’re ready for it.
Another text came from him.
Wyatt: Or are you…ready, I mean?
My cheeks flamed. Ready…Ready for what? What was he insinuating? Did he have some kind of notion that led him to think I was still a virgin? He saw me pursue Jared during his father’s birthday bash. Surely, he knew I succeeded, right?
Licking my lips, I typed my response.
Me: Ready for what exactly?
Wyatt: Falling in love with me.
Me: Uh…WHAT???
Wyatt: You’ve realized Jared’s too old, and he’s clearly blind. Not that I’m complaining. I know you got what you wanted, but I also know revealing who you really were that night was out of the question. His tastes vary from time to time, but I know enough of him, and he prefers brunettes.