The thought of Malcolm only wanting to see me for sex hurt more than it made me angry. I practically broke the glass on my phone hitting the numbers as I dialed him.
“This is, Malcolm.”
My body melted as did all the anger I felt. For Pete’s sake, what is wrong with me? Oh, I know what’s wrong . . . I’d fuck this guy just to hear that voice whisper in my ear.
Looking upward, I mouthed, forgive me father.
“Hello?”
“Malcolm? Hi, it’s um . . . it’s Paislie. Paislie Pruitt.”
“Paislie, how are you?”
I could hear the smile in his voice as I grinned from ear to ear. I felt like a teenage girl talking to her crush.
“Well, I’m a bit surprised by a package I received today. How in the world did you know where I worked?”
Malcolm let out a soft, yet deep laugh. “Let’s just say I had to do my homework. And when I talked to Trey Rogers he happened to mention he was no longer seeing you and might have let it slip where you worked.”
Rolling my eyes, I mumbled, “Figures.”
“Sorry, what was that?”
I waved my hand as if he could see me. “Nothing, sorry.”
“So?”
Chewing nervously on my lip, I replied back with my own, “So?”
He let out a small chuckle as he said, “Will you be able to make it at least for dinner?”
My finger moved over the handwritten note. “With Deuce? Your boxer, right?”
“That’s right.”
I wanted to giggle, but I stayed strong. “Is he looking for a casual evening or would I have to dress up? I’m not much of a formal kind of girl.”
“Totally casual. He’s super easy to please.”
A thought occurred to me as my smile faded. “Um . . . will Trey be there as well?”
There was silence followed by, “Fuck no, that asshole isn’t going to be there.”
Oh God . . . why did that turn me on.
“Then count me in.”
“Perfect! How about seven?”
I chewed on my thumbnail as I quickly thought this through. Hadn’t I just given up on men again, and now I’m planning on meeting one for dinner? Of course, I’m really having dinner with his dog.
Frowning, I hit my palm on my forehead. Get it together, Paislie.
“Go to Gate One you said?”
“Yes. Show the security guard your pass and I’ll be sure to let him know where to bring you.”
Covering my mouth to hold my silly excitement in, I tried to respond like this was just another night and nothing special about it. “Sounds good. I’ll see ya Thursday.”