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Future Mrs. Edwards: Says who? You?

Unknown: No, my abundance of female friends. *cough* I’ll have you know I’m pretty well-known for said tongue action. Feel free to save my contact details under, ‘The Adonis with the magical tongue’.

Future Mrs. Edwards: Cocky much!

Unknown: If you’ve got it flaunt it. I don’t just talk the talk, sweetheart, I walk the walk. Be honest, you know you want me to come over and rock your world. If you play your cards right, I may even upgrade your description on my phone. E.g. ‘Hot tattooed blonde with no gag reflex.’ How does that sound?

Future Mrs. Edwards: Hmm…

Unknown: Does that mean I get your address now?

Future Mrs. Edwards: Umm… that’ll be no. Like I said I’m not in the habit of giving my details out to strangers. You’ve yet to prove you’re not an ax murderer.

Unknown: I can assure you I don’t own an ax. You’re completely safe with me.

Unknown: Well with ax’s anyway. But be warned, my tongue is lethal.

Unknown: Address?

All this tongue talk is making me antsy. He’s confident and cocky, I know what guys like him are about, but it’s been a while since I’ve hooked up with anyone. I ponder that thought for a moment before finally replying.

Future Mrs. Edwards: How about this… I’m in the mood for some pizza. I’ll send you the coordinates of my favorite place. You can meet me there. Be prepared for a grilling because I’m bringing out all the uncomfortable and hard questions. If you pass, only then will I decide whether you’re worthy of my address.

He may consider my request hard work, but I’ll take my chances. I’ve brought guys home before, but I make sure I know them first. I’d like to think I’m a good judge of character and don’t trust people easily. My gut instincts have got me out of many precarious predicaments in the past.

Unknown: You’re making me work for it, I like it. Easy girls are no fun.

Future Mrs. Edwards: I thought most guys liked easy girls.

Unknown: I’m not like most guys…

Unknown: I’m up for the challenge ‘hot tattooed girl from the club’ (You still haven’t told me your name) so until you do, you’ll be forever known as that. Unless of course, you prove you have no gag reflex like you claim.

My amusement grows. I like his wittiness.

Future Mrs. Edwards: It’s Carlee.

Unknown: No last name? Mine’s Edwards. You’re welcome to google me. You’ll see I’m a pillar of the community. A real upstanding citizen.

Future Mrs. Edwards: Really? That makes you sound kind of boring actually. Such a shame. I have a weakness for bad boys.

Future Mrs. Edwards: And it’s Carlee, just Carlee.

Technically I do have a last name, but I prefer not to use it.My parents are assholes.They don’t want me, so in turn I don’t want their name. It’s only fair. An eye for an eye and all that bullshit.

Unknown: Hmm, that’s an interesting last name. Well, Miss Just-Carlee, as luck would have it, one of my middle names just happens to be Bad-boy. Grayson Robert Bad-boy Edwards.

This man has me grinning like a fool.

Unknown: And I think it’s only fair to warn you, I’m bringing my A game with me tonight. Be prepared to be wooed. ;)

Bring it on, Mr. Edwards.

I pace back and forth outside the restaurant, my anxiety growing with each passing minute. I’ve been here for close to half an hour. This place is only five blocks from where I live, so I walked here. I’m no stranger to wandering around at night on my own. Emma hates when I do it, but her upbringing was a lot different to mine; she lived a sheltered life in the bum fuck of nowhere.

Illuminating my phone, I check the time. It’s just after eleven, I’m not sure where Grayson’s coming from, but I’ll give him another ten minutes. Maybe my request for a little more than a hookup was too much work after all. I hope that’s not the case.

I still don’t cope well with rejection, even after all this time.