Page 21 of Mercy

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Something about how unexpected it is.

You don’t even know me.

True. But I’m using my imagination.

Okay. And what are you imagining?

Hmm…

I’m picturing you in a cardigan. Button-up blouse. Tight pants in a fun color, like orange or purple. You like your clothes, but they don’t show off your body well. And it’s a great body.

I bet you work a lot. You love your job. You’re in management or something where you’re in charge…obviously.

And I betyou don’t have sex nearly as much as you should.

I force myself to swallow. Looking down at my outfit, I start to wonder how much I could have possibly given away in our limited conversation, but then I realize that was a generic answer.

You got all that from my blank profile?

Was I right?

I’m wearing a dress today. It’s black.

I smile to myself as I add the next part.

My cardigan is red.

I was close.

I don’t wear clothes that show off my body

because clothes were made to cover your body,

not “show it off.”

I do work a lot, and I do love my job.

I own a company, actually.

What about the last part?

The part about sex.

Somethingbetween my legs tingles at the thought.

I’m not answering that.

Haha, so that’s a yes.

I mean…I’m on this app.

I feel like that should say enough.

Well, I’m on the app, and I get laid plenty.

I let out a groan.Just like that I’m reminded that he’s twenty-two. He ruined it with one line.

I’m sure you do. Lots of vanilla sex.

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