I also need to stop turning my nose up at the abundance of easy pussy that’s paraded in front of me and get back to doing what I do best. Fucking my way through the lovely single ladies of Phoenix.
Yes, that’s for the best, and as if to solidify and reaffirm these thoughts, I fire back a quick email to her.
To: Cady Dunne
From: Zane Kavanaugh
Subject: Give The Guy A Chance
Date: September 12, 2014
Yes, I am on the plane and it should be landing soon. Wanted to send you back a quick email. I’m glad your classmate finally grew a big pair of balls. I’m proud of all your hard work. If the guy gets laid, he owes you big time.
As for the blind date, I’ve never been on one, but I imagine Teagan isn’t going to set you up with someone that you wouldn’t enjoy. Go out and have fun. It will be an adventure for you.
My fingers halt… freezing actually, and I know I can’t go through with it. I can’t give her support and encouragement… not when it comes to seeing another guy, no matter how selfish that is of me.
I quickly delete what I wrote, including the “subject line,” and start again.
To: Cady Dunne
From: Zane Kavanaugh
Subject: Blind Dates Are Lame
Don’t do it, Cady. I once read an article that said only 4% of women who go on blind dates have a good time, and another article that said 78% of women who go on blind dates end up contracting an STD if said date leads to sex. I feel it’s important for me to have your back on this one, so trust me… it’s not worth it. Besides, didn’t you once tell me Teagan dated a guy that pierced his ass cheeks? I mean… seriously, do you want to be taking dating advice from someone who finds that attractive?
I pause a minute and chew on my bottom lip. Do I keep this tongue in cheek and hope she doesn’t see through to my true intent? Or do I just come out and tell her what I really want? I ponder a moment more as I crack my knuckles, and then resume the email that might just paint me out to be a fool a million times over.
Okay, here’s the thing. If you’re still pining over me and that amazing night we had, or you are sexually frustrated and need relief, I believe there is only one thing to do. You shouldn’t go out on a lame blind date, potentially risking heartbreak and crabs. Rather, you should come back to the States to visit me. We could work something out with my schedule and spend a few days together. I promise you amazing orgasms, and I will save you from a terrible fate if you go out with this guy. Think about it… I’m serious. I’d love to see you again. Remember that little thing I did to you with my fingers? There’s more where that came from.
Zane
I read over my words, talking myself into accepting them as a quirky way of flirting with her, opening the door with sexual innuendo, and hopefully dissuading her from going out with another man. I’m not really sure what I’m hoping to accomplish but worst-case scenario, she decides the risk of a bad blind date isn’t worth it, and best-case scenario, she’ll come visit me and I’ll get to lose myself in her once again.
I hit the send button, put my laptop away, and settle in to impatiently await her reply.
Chapter 5
Cady
To: Zane Kavanaugh
From: Cady Dunne
Subject: Sorry so late…
Date: September 16, 2014
…I’m responding to your last email, but things have been crazy the last few days. I had a group research project to finish, which was complicated by the fact that the other three members in my group didn’t do their part. As a result, I was scrambling around at the last minute to pull it all together. Then I had Da’s birthday party celebration to attend, which was a lot of fun, but Cillian and Renner got me piss-assed drunk, and I lost an entire day to a hangover.
But now I’m back on track and wanted to shoot out a quick hello and see how things are with you.
I pull my fingers away from my laptop and take a deep breath. That’s the first lie I’ve told to Zane, and it sits heavy on my heart. It’s true that I had a group research project, and it’s true that I got drunk at my da’s birthday party. What’s not true, however, is that these things have kept me so busy I didn’t have time to write back to Zane.
I’ve wanted to write him back… badly. But I didn’t know what to say. No amount of pondering gave me clarity on how I should respond to his last email, which was chock-full of confusion for me.
At first, I took his words as witty banter, quoting me false statistics and bringing into question Teagan’s soundness of mind when it came to the opposite sex. All good and funny, and yeah… I chuckled. I didn’t take him seriously. This was just Zane being Zane.
But then he did it.
He mentioned “that night” and even had the audacity to suppose I was sexually frustrated since then. He could have still been goofing around, but when he extended an offer for me to come visit him, that’s when I knew he was being serious. He wanted to see me again… fuck me again… and that was no joke.
That meant he didn’t want me to go on that blind date.
That meant he was thinking outside the bounds of friendship.
And that completely flummoxed me.
So I spent the last four days trying to figure out how to respond to him.
At my core, what I really wanted to do was pull on my meager savings account and hop the first flight to the States. I figured in less than twenty-four hours, I could fly to Phoenix and be in his bed, experiencing the same amazing chemistry resulting in the same astounding ecstasy I had with him before.