“Exactly.”
“Shit.” I hadn’t even considered how similar we were.
“Plus,” he went on, “I told Georgie about your freak-out this morning, and she may have been getting ready to leave for lunch with Cassie when I did.”
“Fuck! Kline, I told you not to spread this shit around.”
“And I told you I was going to tell Georgie. I’m not even sorry.”
Wes continued to laugh.
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.”
“Listen,” Wes said, just barely softening his chuckles enough so that he could speak. “If she’s gonna fuck with you, why don’t you fuck with her?”
My eyes narrowed at the empty spot on my office floor. “What do you mean?”
“She’s obviously expecting you to squirm. Turn it around on her.”
“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Kline agreed.
I pondered to myself and decided I could do that. I was way more comfortable as the messer than I was as the messee. “Fine. I’ll text her something.”
“Make sure you tell us what it is,” Wes demanded.
“Didn’t you guys call me for fucking reasons?”
“Mine can wait,” Wes said just as Kline murmured, “This is suddenly more important.”
“Fuck you guys.”
“Bye, Princess Peach,” Kline said in dismissal through his chuckles.
Wes’s laugh trailed on after Kline hung up.
“You seriously don’t have questions for me?” I asked.
“We’ll talk about it all when I get back. But you better fucking tell me how this plays out.”
“Don’t worry, Samantha. I’ll fill you in on all the happenings of Sex and the City.”
Slamming the phone into the cradle before he could say more, I picked up my cell phone off the corner of the desk and pulled up her number to text.
Me: Thanks for “lunch.” I need to stop by the drugstore on my way home. Need me to pick you up anything, honey?
Sent. Think you can mess with me? Think again, honey.
Student, meet teacher.
I reread the text and triple-checked that the message was in fact from Thatch.
Did he just send me a goddamn kissy-face emoji?
I opened and closed my eyes a few times, just to be sure what I was seeing was real.
For the love of freaks, he really sent that.
I knew I was a talented cocksucker, but I had told him I would see him at home after putting him back into his pants. Home, meaning his home, meaning he should’ve thought I was off my rocker and actually trying to move in with him, meaning that text message should’ve been him freaking the hell out. Not all kissy-faced and asking me if I needed anything from the store.
Why wasn’t he losing his shit over this?
I grabbed my phone off my coffee table and called Georgia.
“Hell—” she started to answer, but I immediately interrupted.
“I think he’s fucking crazy.”
“—o,” she finished with too much amusement in her voice.
“I’m being serious, Wheorgie. I think Thatch might be crazier than me, and believe me, I know that’s a fuckload of crazy.”
She laughed. “Why do you think he’s crazy?”
“He just texted me after I gave him an ‘I’m sorry for falling asleep on your dick before you blew your load’ blow job in his office and asked me if I needed anything from the store on his way home. Not to mention he sent me a goddamn kissy-face emoji. He’s nuts, that’s all there is to it. A total whack-job with a Supercock.”
Yeah, no doubt about it, that kissy-face-emoji-sending-motherfucker needed to spend some time in a padded room and reevaluate his life choices. At least, that’s what I needed Georgie to think I was thinking.
“Hold up. Please repeat that because I’m not sure my brain was able to process what you just said.”
“I know,” I said as I stood up from the couch and started pacing my living room. “I had to check that text message fifteen times to believe he sent that. What grown-ass man even uses emojis?”
“That’s not the part I’m having a hard time processing.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “I hear you, G. The store part threw me for a loop too.”
“No,” she voiced. “I’m talking about the blow job, Casshead.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry, I didn’t go narcoleptic on his dick this time. He got the full-service treatment, if you know what I’m saying. Came right in my—”
“That’s not the part either! Jesus,” she said through a laugh. “You went to his office after we had lunch and sucked him off? Are you fucking with me right now?”
I scrunched up my face in annoyance. “Please explain what you’re trying to get at here. I’m not seeing where the confusion is coming from on your end.”
“Cassie!” she exclaimed, bursting into full-belly laughs. “You told me you were going to tell him you were sorry. I thought that meant bringing him lunch, not using his dick as your second lunch.”
I’d thought that too. But goddamn, he’d looked like a culinary delight when I got there. A woman can only be so strong.