A: How do you take your coffee?
ME: Blonde, no sugar.
A: Is every question a chance to flirt with me?
ME: Absolutely. Favorite meal when it’s cold outside?
A: Mmm… Brazed short ribs and roasted root veggies. Morning, noon, or night?
ME: Depends. Are we talking ice cream or sex?
A: Both…
ME: I lied. It doesn’t matter. Both 24/7. My turn. Lights on or off?
A: Candles. Have you ever mentally stripped a stranger?
ME: What do you think I do with your picture all day? Handcuffs or blindfold?
A: I have to choose one? Handcuffs.
I bite my knuckles. She definitely does not need to choose with me. I’d happily put her in both while I bury my face in her pussy. Jesus. Just the thought has me aching, and I contemplate exactly how wrong it would be to rub one out in my office.
A: Same question.
ME: Oh, I’m partial to both. Just not on me, if you catch my drift.
A: So you prefer to be the restrainer rather than the restrained? I have no complaints about this.
She’s going to be the death of me. Before I can get my head straight to think of another question, the app chimes again.
A: I know it’s not my turn, but I have a very important question for you. If you answer wrong, we can never speak again.
ME: Jesus. Ok. Let me prepare myself.
A: What’s your Patronus?
ME: You’re killing me.
A: What? That’s an easy one!
Me: No, ma’am. That’s a trap. I can’t answer that honestly. You’ll never speak to me again. I have to say something romantic, like the Arctic Puffin. Adorable and non-threatening.
A: Lol - NO! I want the real answer.
ME: Fine. Rhino.
A: Because you’re horny or because you’re endangered?
ME: Oh, woman. Just remember you asked for it… because when it comes to you, I want to mark my territory and fuck you until neither one of us can walk straight for days.
A: ?? Is that true about rhinos?
ME: Hell yes. It’s true about you too.
There’s a long pause. I frown and tap my fingers on the gleaming wood of my desk. The three little dots appear, indicating that she’s typing something, but then they vanish. Shit. And now they’re back. Fuck, why is this so nerve-wracking?
A: Do you want to meet for dinner tonight?