Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Harlow: If a man whistled at me when I was walking down the street, my claws would come out.
Andy: So the kitten Does have claws . . .
Harlow: Maybe. If you are indeed referring to me as a sex kitten . . .
Andy: I only am if you want me to. I was just trying to illustrate that women seem to hate being called cute. Why is that?
Harlow: I don’t know. It feels like what you’d call your puppy. Or the girl next door that you’re BFF with. Or. Oh, I have it—the girl who’s been in love with you her whole life, but you’re her brother’s best friend and therefore off limits. And he doesn’t see you “That way” so you suffer in silence because he isn’t attracted to you even though you’re gorgeous.
Andy: Um. It sounds like you’ve given this some thought LOLOL omg I’m dying.
Harlow: I’ve had time to think about it he he
Andy: Looks like it.
Andy: So what are you doing in that picture? Where’s it taken?
Harlow: This past week, in New York right before we met. I was trying to get a picture of the skyscrapers for my dad—that’s the picture I sent him. I usually delete those because they take up so much valuable storage space ha ha.
Andy: Well I’m glad you didn’t because you look
Andy: Shit. What’s the word I’m looking for?
Harlow: Cute?
Andy: That’s the word! Thank God you’re not my best friend’s little sister who is off limits and who has loved me her whole life because I can actually fantasize about you naked and with my head between your legs.
Harlow: Whoa . . . !!!!!
Andy: I’m sorry—was that too soon?
Harlow: No? No. Lol just unexpected. I mean, it’s like 2:00.
Andy: What does the time of day have to do with anything?
Harlow: Nothing! It just felt like something I needed to point out.
Andy: Because that made you uncomfortable?
Harlow: I mean, kind of. It’s been a hot minute since someone has talked dirty to me. A really long, hot hot minute.
Andy: All right. As long as you’re not uncomfortable. Or are you uncomfortable because you’re not interested? I don’t want to make assumptions.
Harlow: No that’s not it at all!
Andy: So does that mean you Are interested?
Harlow: Do I have to answer this question?
Andy: No of course not. But I would like you to!
Harlow: I . . . want you to answer first. Are You interested? In me.
Andy: Oh you are a sly fox. You want to see what I say so you don’t feel rejected if I tell you I only wanted sex? Fair enough. Yes, I’m interested. In you. As a person to date, not just as a person to have sex with and flirt with on the phone.
Harlow: Even though it’s long distance? How on earth could this possibly work? Don’t you think it would be a struggle?
Andy: How would it be a struggle?
Andy: And I hate that we’re doing this all over text. I would rather call you.
Harlow: It would be a struggle because flying to see you or you flying to see me would be expensive, and it’s not like either of us are rich—I mean, unless you have a secret stash of money somewhere you didn’t tell me about. And I don’t want to be in a cyber-relationship where it’s all over the phone and computer, you know?
Andy: Okay. Take travel out of the equation.
Harlow: But it is part of the equation.
Andy: Suspend reality for a second and pretend it’s not . . . pretend it’s one of your romance novels where the girl next door meets her knight in shining armor.
Harlow: My knights have all been wrapped in tinfoil.
Andy: ha ha
Chapter 15
Harlow
My phone goes from pinging with the sound of message notifications—to ringing. Andy’s name pops up on the screen, and I curse.
I am not prepared for a call, let alone a video chat.
What is he Doing?
Seriously, like—shit.
My dad is still in the house! I’m supposed to have a meeting with Ava and Portia. What if they try to call while I’m chatting with Andy? It would be so hard to choose who to talk to, ha!
Scrambling, I wait a few heartbeats before accepting the call, not wanting to be so eager, walking toward my bedroom, and crossing my fingers that Dad will respect my privacy when I close the door.
“Why, hello there,” I flirtatiously say once Andy’s handsome face fills the screen. “This is an unexpected surprise.”
“Is it? ’Cause we were just chatting. I knew you’d be available.”
Fun fact: Men talk on the phone more than women do. Statistics show that they do indeed prefer actual calls to texting.
“Damn, you’re good. I am available.” I sit on my bed. “Although I have to warn you—my dad is here, so anything can happen.”
He laughs. “What’s that supposed to mean?”