Page 54 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“I’ve got to go, love. Promise me you’ll tell me where you’re going.”
“Yes, now go do your professional work. I have some cat hair to gather and braid into a rug over here.”
We said our goodbyes and hung up. Talking to Henry on the phone during the workday always helped reenergize me, especially when I felt a writer’s block coming along.
I had to note fifteen secrets for the article I was writing, and currently, I only had ten. I had two hours to write five more before I had to leave for my date. I would be working late, but as long as I got everything done before my date it didn’t matter.
I was curious why I hadn’t heard from Alejandro yet, which made me wonder if he had another date. I still hadn’t heard from Lance, which terrified me because he said he would call me, but Henry told me he was doing the typical guy thing and waiting a couple days to contact me. According to Henry, he was playing it cool. I would prefer for Lance not to play it cool especially given I split my pants right in front of him.The poor man must still be traumatized. I am.
Because I was so nervous about the date being cancelled, I decided to check my dating profile to see if he’d left me a message. Last night, I spent a good portion of my time weeding out all the creepers who messaged me, with Henry looking over my shoulder every step of the way.Naturally.
He reasoned that since he got me involved in the website, he wanted to make sure I was picking respectable men to date. There was one guy on there that caught my eye; his name was Greg and was very sweet when he messaged me. He talked about his dog and how he loved to take him on walks in the park across the street. Henry thought the guy was a “cheesedick,” but I thought he was sweet, so secretly, I messaged him back last night.
Did I feel like a bit of a floozy messaging multiple men? Just a little, but I told myself I was keeping my options open. It was better to have options and to be honest, I didn’t have a commitment to any of them, and it wasn’t like I was sleeping with all of them. I’d only kissed one and kicked one in the crotch, so I’d hardly call that getting around. More like taking out the male population one kick to the crotch at a time.
I opened up my dating profile and saw four messages in my inbox. Like a giddy schoolgirl, I opened up the message portion of the website and saw a message from Alejandro, Greg, and two new guys. One was in a completely different language so I deleted that one, and the other message was from a guy named Kyle. The subject was titled, “Hey Baby Boo.”
I snorted and opened the message. The computer took a second to upload the message but when it did, Kyle’s massive dick popped up on the screen with a bow wrapped around the base of his cock. There was a message attached.
Rosie,
Wrapped up a present for you. What do you think? This dick could be yours with one little yes.
Kyle
“Eeep,” I screamed just as Jenny walked into my office.
“Watcha looking at?”
“Nothing.” I practically flew out of my chair, trying to cover everything on my screen. I wasn’t much of a lookey-loo when it came to the male genitalia, but recently, I’d taken a second to study the phallic member on occasion. For research of course.
“Oh, you’re so looking at something,” Jenny said, coming around my desk and moving my hands. “Holy crap, what the hell kind of porn are you looking at? That cock is big.”
“It’s not a porn site and can you please lower your voice? I don’t want Gladys coming in here with her cane and bashing my head in for having a cock in her office.”
Gladys was our esteemed leader at the magazine, glorified cat lady, and possible lesbian. We thought this because not one man worked in the office and if we even spoke of the male species, she got all huffy around us. The only males allowed in the office were the UPS man and the cats, Sir Licks-a-Lot being the ringleader.
“Well, share, what’s with the dick?”
“Some guy sent me a picture of himself on this dating website. Clearly I won’t be responding.”
“Why not? He looks yummy.”
“Jenny, all you can see is his penis.”
“Exactly, what else do you need to see?”
“You’re impossible. It’s a no for this guy,” I said while taking one last look at the throbby-looking meat sword. I deleted his message and wondered, did all dicks look that veiny up close? It seemed like his dick was being stretched to its hilt. Was that really what a boner was like?
“You’re missing the dick, aren’t you?” she asked, mistaking my thinking for longing.
“No, that thing was too much.” Wanting to change the subject, I asked, “Is there something you need?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Just wanted to see how you were since the whole kick-to-the-crotch situation.”
“I’m fine. I actually went on a date Saturday night and have a date tonight. I feel bad for Atticus, but I can understand why he wouldn’t call me back. I don’t hold it against him.”
“He had a good time. He said he was going to call you,” Jenny said with a cringe.
