Page 26 of Make Me Hunt

I’m halfway through making coffee when the three dots pop up on the screen.

Josh:

“Any chance of an early dinner or a very late lunch before my shift at the bar starts?”

I give it a few seconds before replying, mostly because I still haven’t decided what the hell I’m doing. But something is telling me that sitting around and waiting for Ares to text or call is the worst thing I can do.

And maybe Josh is just hot enough to get Ares off my mind for a while.

Me:

“You don’t waste time.”

Josh:

“Life gives you few true opportunities. I feel this is something I shouldn’t pass up.”

Wow, straight to the heart.

If he keeps talking like that, he might just talk his way straight into my panties.

Me:

“I’m complicated.”

Josh:

“I only like complicated.”

Me:

“Okay. Consider that your fair warning.”

Josh:

“Does that mean you accept?”

Me:

“It doesn’t mean I don’t accept.”

Josh:

“Will you send me an address so I can pick you up?”

It’s not that I’m paranoid, but I’m not handing out my address even before we’ve been on a date. Truth be told, I might just change my mind and end up inviting him over for a hookup by the end of the night. But that’s still up in the air, and he does have to go to work, so the odds aren’t great anyway.

Me:

“I’ve got my car. Besides, you’re heading to work after, so I’ll need a ride back.”

Josh:

“Okay, got the message. Not going to push it. Meet me at The 50s? Say, in an hour?”

That’s a small restaurant across town, fancy enough to avoid diner vibes, but casual enough not to put pressure on the evening and make this feel like a date. Or maybe it is. Whatever.

Me: