“You’re one of a kind, Cassie,” he said with a laugh.
I didn’t get mad when he called me Cassie. I didn’t feel like he said it to insinuate that I was an immature child, not like Matt did. It sounded, ohm… sexy.
“That’s probably a good thing. Thank you for the food. It was divine,” I added, hoping he would take the hint. I was tired and hadn’t had a shower yet. Sitting in the car with Matt all day wore me out.
“Are you asking me to walk you to your room?”
“Sure, freak, why not?”
Becker walked my fake girl to the curb and a car picked them up. How the hell did he do that? I was sure no one else in the game could do the things he did. I shook my head when I watched him hold my hand in the car.
“Are you okay with this?”
“With you holding my hand? Sure,” I said, happy he couldn’t see the amused look on my face.
“Stop looking like that. Just try to take me serious, would you?”
“Of course. You’re a computer nerd. You fixed it so my camera automatically comes on, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, and I’ve wanted to tell you for hours now about the marinara sauce on the tip of your nose. It’s growing on me. Leave it there. It’s cute.”
“Oh my god,” I said, scrubbing the end of my nose. “I could have picked my nose or something.”
“We really shouldn’t start our relationship based on lies, you know. The faces you make give you away.”
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t make those faces in front of you.” That’s the way to tell him, I thought, rolling my eyes.
“See. Like that.”
“What?”
“You think you just said something stupid and expressed it with your eyes. You know that look you give behind other people’s backs when you want them to shut up? You just did that.”
“I did not.”
“You did. Go on a real date with me tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I don’t even know you.”
“You know me enough to know I’m not out to hurt you. You trust that much, don’t you?”
“I guess so.” Holy shit. I wanted to go. I wanted to go see what this guy had that three girls were willing to share.
“Then say yes.”
“I’ll sleep on it.”
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“We’ll see.”
Becker walked me to my room and stopped.
“Don’t roll your eyes,” he ordered.
“I’m sorry, but I get the sense that you’re about to kiss me on my screen with a fake person, and then you’re going to yell at me for laughing.”
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Me or the fake people?”
“You think you need physical contact to be in love?”
“Well, yeah. You sort of do.”
“I disagree. I will show you tomorrow night.”
“Show me what?”
“I’ll show you how it feels to want a man more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life.”
“Yeah, sure you will.” Great, another stuck-on-yourself Matt. Just what I needed.
Chapter 7
“Well, who is it? I should go with you,” Justine suggested while I searched her closet for something nice to wear. I wasn’t going to find anything in my own closet, not for a date anyway.
“Just a guy. What about this?” I asked, holding up a white chiffon dress.
“No. Your hair’s too blonde. It’ll wash you out too much. Try the red one on the right. Do you know where he’s taking you?”
Becker liked me in white. I think.
“No, but I’m sure it’s going to be somewhere really nice, maybe even fancy.”
“I don’t like it, Cass. If your dad found out you went on a blind date, he’d kill you. He couldn’t handle something happening to you.”
“He doesn’t even know I exist most times. It’ll be fine. And I love this.” I smiled, happy she had something. I really didn’t want to go shopping for a dress I’d wear once.
“I’m going to be texting you all night. What’s his name? First and last? Do you have a phone number for him? I want that, too.”
“Justine? Don’t. You sound like my dad. I’ll be fine,” I said with a tone.
She understood, loud and clear. She dropped it.
Great, way to go, Captain Dummy. If I did get kidnapped and turned into the fourth wife, nobody would know it. I’d never be found.
I tried to replica the way my hair looked the night before. It wasn’t as easy as clicking on it, though. I ended up wearing it down, straightening it and adding a rose pin to the side. The black and red heels went nicely with the strapless dress but were hell to walk in.