Page 9 of Obeying the Owner

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Page 9 of Obeying the Owner

James: Hello, Mae.

I didn’t even notice Sheryl shortened my name on my account.

Me: Hello, James.

James: How’s your night been?

What should I say? Where’s Lucy when I need her? Actually, I don’t want to think about where she is right now or what she’s doing with my brother. Blech.

I can handle this. After graduating summa cum laude, this should be easy.

Me: It’s suddenly improving. How about yours?

James: That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing. Do you live in Charleston?

Me: I do. What about you?

James: Just outside of Charleston. How would you like to meet me tomorrow night for a drink?

I like how he said to meet him and didn’t offer to pick me up. I’m not about to give a stranger my address.

Me: That sounds great. Where are you thinking?

James: BLITZED rooftop bar at eight?

His choice surprises me for a moment, but then I recall the one time I went there with Rogan, my younger brother, I noticed it catered to an older crowd.

Me: That works.

James: I’ll see you then.

Me: Looking forward to it.

James: So am I.

My face hurts from smiling as I log out. I can’t believe I did it. I’m proud of myself. And it was not only relatively painless, it was fun. I set my phone on the end table and prop my chin on my palms. I have a date tomorrow night!

Wait. Is it considered a date if you meet on Finder?

I’ll have to talk with James and figure out what he wants. I don’t have high expectations because I’ve heard horror stories about these apps. Hell, if he shows up, it’ll be an improvement, but I have hopes of having an orgasm.

And I don’t know what about James makes me so confident he can deliver, but I am.

* * *

Sheryl’s waiting near the building’s entrance when I arrive at work. “Good morning.” She hands me a cup of coffee.

I study her for a moment. “Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?”

She laughs. “I had an overnight guest, and they left early, so I figured I’d grab you a coffee for a change.”

“Was it someone I know?” I ask.

She taps her red fingernail against her smirking lips. “You know Ed from the accounting department?”

“Yeah.” Everyone knows who Ed is. With the physique of a bodybuilder, he’s the antithesis of what you think of when you hear the word accountant.

“Well, it wasn’t him,” she says, laughing.




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