Page 54 of Unruly

Cash:

You’re making me seem pretty desperate.

I laugh under my breath.

Me:

You’ve made yourself look desperate, Thornwood.

Cash:

There’s my girl.

Cash:

Thought maybe you were ignoring me.

Me:

Maybe I was.

Cash:

You definitely were. Your read receipts are on.

Me:

Fuck you.

Cash:

Come to dinner, and afterwards, I can fuck you real good, Darlin’.

Cash:

Stop just reading my texts. You’re killing me.

What a drama queen.

Me:

If I was successful then you’d stop texting me.

Cash:

*dies*

Me:

At least now I don’t have to go to dinner with you.

The annoying thing? The idea of him fucking me again makes any amount of time at dinner with him worth it.

No new messages.

I check anyway.

Trying to not watch the clock, I start sanding the cabinets. The orbital sander hums beneath my hand, removing years of interesting color choices that Grandma used to decorate that kitchen.